25th Anniversary Clipart

Fragrance Spice

I wear a perfume on me
strange smell of flowers fruit and spice
burned my skin like caramel
black eyes and hearts of foot drum
I wear on me all my encounters with strange trips I
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I'm just a book, an island, a refuge
often lost to follow a star caravan
man fleeing into the night
Nomad I am.
door on me I smell of spices
my skin black eyes burned with fever
I have all the symptoms of a living man
and ... I am nothing ... a dog ... for you.