Wooden Spoon by Parsavagely Kompenere

Aug 2017

Wood.
Carved by machine.
Curved for purpose.
Yet.
Snatched from logic.
Labelled a trophy.
An antivictory earned too hard.
Wood.
Stirring memories.

Written by

Parsavagely Kompenere 19/F/Yorkshire

(19/F/Yorkshire)

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