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Aug 2017
Scattered shavings of pencil led
To line the dusty floor.
Sketched art instead of words unsaid
Sleeping behind closed doors.
A sillouette in graphite lines
Surfaces in the dark,
When light shines out and down again
The creature does embark.
Elemenohp
Written by
Elemenohp  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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