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Mar 2013
These walls are made of hapless imaginings,
paper and ink.
a word is a word is a word
Context.
context

Folded, filed, arranged,
paper and ink.
not concrete not diamond
In each story we love we find ourselves.
yourself

Today you told me you were hopeless,
paper and ink, darling, paper and ink.
Written by
Passed Midnight  29/Bournemouth
(29/Bournemouth)   
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