small glimpses, Sanjida Yasmin

small glimpses I want to be that egg white jasmine on your kooky cramped verandah so when you sprinkle water I’ll bathe in glucose & fructose every dawn. I want to be your leather-bound diary which sits on the rosewood desk so when you press me down with your blue Matador pen I’ll tickle & […]

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