Follow my eyes as it goes around and then inside my stupid head

I am in a prison. Open Windows have bars. The scent of freshly plucked panikoorka* leaves that transcends boundaries, received by my nose, into the whole body, makes me shiver in response to this strong intimate encounter. A delivery boy in red. The screech of the tyre as his bike…

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