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- sometimes i wonder if i Learn anything - sitting in the back of class with etchings n Sketchbooks, looking through dimensions of a delicate World, burning through the canvas with mechanical Pencils,, .
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Bookworm
- sometimes i wonder if i Learn anything - sitting in the back of class with etchings n Sketchbooks, looking through dimensions of a delicate World, burning through the canvas with mechanical Pencils,, .
sulking like the king of sullen souls without a Queen.. ..weening off the Pawns,, "calling all my Bishops... ...this is the Night." hiding in the Brooks. - Bookworm -
robert-pulsen
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
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