Poezie
summer ball
1 min lectură·
Mediu
it smells of sea salt and fresh mowed grass
in the distance
braided shadows in the white marquis
it smells of expensive parfume and french lingerie
and suddenly
ha- ha -ha posh people laugh in three syllables
I feel naked under my skirt I feel empty
one last golfer is packing up his gear
I wear her laugh in my ears like tinkling earrings
she is faking it she is faking it
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