Card

Harrington

 

 

Im fooled into thinking my walls are card,

the texture refusing any ink to lay permanent on it’s skin,

yet branding the attempts made with indents of trying words,

rendering it useless and demanding an untrodden piece which I can’t provide.

  • Author: Harrington (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2017 16:06
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 29
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  • The Invisible

    Nice.

  • Frank Prem

    An interesting piece, Harrington. Excellent conceptualisation.



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