After call reflection
That I’ve been granted with for reasons still unknown,
With all my being of steady rolling stone,
With pair of jeans, a smile, a broken phone,
A solid heart and happiness inside
No matter what’s beyond my comprehension
Distinguishing two hundred shades of white
And living in, at least, fifteen dimensions
I scorn all ignorance and inconsistence too,
Pathetic words with narrow mind together…
This me comes back! A week, or maybe two -
Depending on harassing Moscow weather.
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16-17/12/2016
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