I was empty -
Just a frame
Hanging on a wall,
With a few webs in its corners
Waiting for the sun.
Every morning
I'm mourning
The picture was ripped off -
Has it ever been there?
Or vanished in the thin air?
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Author:
anna_noday (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2021 00:45
- Category: Surrealist
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