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.
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Author:
Harrington (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2017 16:06
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Nice.
(: Thank you
An interesting piece, Harrington. Excellent conceptualisation.
Thank you Frank!
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