i-D christian dior 
July 05, 2010
far from the ussr and nile
she remembered the green snow trains
she would ride in to the temples in moscow
long ago in an evaporated time and space.
thoughts of mysterious pyramids that glittered,
like ghosts in the sun
swirled through her sunken mind where
she stayed close to the wolves.
lit up lilac from the inside,
her coral mouth blended into her light skin
as she bred glow-worms
that floated through her tarnished living room.
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