George Ellington: dust:
the besmeared merchant sighs his dilapidated stall shivering even from the weight of the dust that covers his trivial wares usele...
Read this beautiful poem.
What do you think , the massage is?
the besmeared merchant sighs his dilapidated stall shivering even from the weight of the dust that covers his trivial wares usele...
Read this beautiful poem.
What do you think , the massage is?
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