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Dec 2018
My wall isn’t white anymore.
My wall is dripping in grey.
All types of greys.
My wall is decaying,
displaying its true grain.
My wall keeps falling,

my wall isn’t my wall anymore.

But the hole in the wall let’s the light through.
I’ll follow the light everywhere I go, because my ground is full of broken walls and I will keep going until I have enough to build an empire on top.
Paola Bodano
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Paola Bodano  21/F/NYC
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