Random thoughts and a book called Rukhsat The Departure...
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Museum of Innocence
An empty glass, a cigarette stubbed, a thought incomplete, an image unfinished, a feeling abandoned, a morning ravaged, a thirst that was, a ring taken off, broken arrows, shattered armour... A Museum of Innocence and I sell the tickets.
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