Toucher The Fortune Poem by Saul Palti

Toucher The Fortune



Not my precious scents
of which I have been lent
oh how I pretend
to even care
whats rightful and fair
in my holy lair
its there I take a chair
and twist and bend
looking for a friend
as the line descends

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