I ate a turnip in Europe
and I turned up in Asia
your Asia is my Europe
Eurasia is both.
Words, playing
with cord, or quarters
lonely corridors, books
bound by Borders
Hoarders, collectors,
swords of spectres,
bored inspectors
reading dirty looks
In a library I sip coffee
its against the rules.
When did it become noble
to drink in barns?
When did I become hopeful
I could spin yarns?
I'm not weathered, or grisled.
I can't knit or sew
So what's the point?
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