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Tbilisi
You'd bite into my magenta fruit
and watch the plumes of tobacco
waft into a wind-brushed clothesline.
You'd pirouette with ears caressed
by Nova tunes in an alleyway
stained with poetry and lelo...
and watch the plumes of tobacco
waft into a wind-brushed clothesline.
You'd pirouette with ears caressed
by Nova tunes in an alleyway
stained with poetry and lelo...
