The Drawings
I flipped the drawing
In the plastic drawer.
Its back facing forwards.
No longer will it be what I’m seeing.
I tore the drawing
From the blank wall.
Its laying downwards.
No longer will it be what I’m hoping.
I scrapped the drawings
In the digital folder.
Its all hidden away.
No longer will they be seen.
I erased the drawings
In the vault within my mind.
Its inspiring creativity locked away.
No longer will they be.
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