sometimesihatemycat

I am enjoying unstacking the piles
That, while striving, had piled up for miles
Simple joys in this job
Yes, my brain’s become blob
So soon I’ll remember ambitious desires

-ar

Piles of French Novels by Vincent Van Gogh

~ by April on August 15, 2014.

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