- the Big Masterpiece -
The jungle of the room
terribly smelly
lacks fresh air
words and
- thoughts
... like wings on a rock
The pen clinging to my hand
The Masterpiece
curled and thrown
- a wrecks of the vessel
... the face becomes pale
steps
in the
corridor
...
24/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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