Untitled #45 / Scribbles
Gray scribbles scratched into black desks
the pent-up hatred of a thousand fiery days
J.Y.’s work is lost, but his rage
radiates and multiplies in our quiet moments
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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