Picasso, in my pocket‧‧‧

by Claudia ✓
because your smile seems a glory... box
of some dreams have been telegraphed
at an odd address from a sarcastic area

this area, — staged in splendid art style
of the Picasso, in my pocket is wandering
with my whispers in your fantasy's colors


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