Obscura Poem by Madrason .

Obscura



Me the spy....becoming shy
with the discovery
reflections in the background,
those mirrors which resemble me! M

Saturday, September 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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