Reblog- Architectural Terrors

The heat has stayed up late like my mobile phone’s battery on an odd day. My driver’s toy sickens as it zoom past glories, beggars,Lovers; ochre eyes, faces pale orange, awake years under the arms of treasuries of exotic ornaments, Smile at us as we pass by.They hug their ragged neighbors of dirt,Against a worldContinue reading “Reblog- Architectural Terrors”

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