It’s a tee. It’s a dress. It’s the new Graphic T-shirt Dress.

Unfinished

There once was a man in his thirties

He walked the streets of a hidden city

He sang and hummed and whistled songs

But he was alone and always walked alone



A friend arose and rattled his cage

He cried and laughed and sprouted letters

Flying, begging, pleading against solid bars

Shouting “You are alone and always walk alone!”



There is a boy I see he is fifteen

He catches people and locks them in drums

He follows his heart and listens to winds

And contemplates postures of hearts and of skins

Unfinished

ColourBlind

Amsterdam, Netherlands

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