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Bleached, flimsy plaster makes four corners Dotted with a certificate and paintings: Pictures from Nepal, Tibet, and Thailand They pepper the muted eggshell surfaces: Dots of color amongst a blank canvas I hear storms, shrieks, and screaming throughout them A hurricane can come whirling into these Lifeless boundaries and give protection But this empty plaster is nothing but An aimless echo chamber from inside
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
Plaster Walls
Bleached, flimsy plaster makes four corners Dotted with a certificate and paintings: Pictures from Nepal, Tibet, and Thailand They pepper the muted eggshell surfaces: Dots of color amongst a blank canvas I hear storms, shrieks, and screaming throughout them A hurricane can come whirling into these Lifeless boundaries and give protection But this empty plaster is nothing but An aimless echo chamber from inside
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
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