Looking Up At Them
A desert haiku pleasure for mountains’ glory
Looking up at them
The elders overlooking
Blink of an eye lives
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Ariana GonBon
28yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men. Follow me @arte.con.ariana, all tips will go to @openyrpurse, both on Instagram.
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