Cristobal Obregon
31 March at 00: 45 ·
i SACRIFICED MY VANITY, TO BETTER, SAIL NEARER YOU
NOTHING, BUT THESE GEMS, I THINK WERE TOPAZES OR RUBIES
TO PROPEL ME, IN FUTURIST STYLE
OVER DEW SOAKED LAWNS
dew, everywhere
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