Sometimes, I sit in
my room, contented, like
a black dot on
a singular domino, surrounded
by ivory space, a diamond
speck on an elephant’s
tusk, a rare
delicacy, a forgotten
prize.

Sometimes, I sit in
my room, contented, like
a black dot on
a singular domino, surrounded
by ivory space, a diamond
speck on an elephant’s
tusk, a rare
delicacy, a forgotten
prize.
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