Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, July 23, 2016
but in Paris
To say, one jumped inside of a book
without tapping its edges or wetting its ink
is an understatement, but in Paris
you walk, the book, unveils
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