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Feb 2011
I found myself creeping along the wallpaper
Jane intensly studying my movements from a rotting wooden bed
only the walls aren't peeling and stained and yellowish
but of the purest ivory instead

I felt as if I could breach some unformed truth
among the mountains and valleys of common architecture
and this would be an untold secret between she and I
as this truth is hidden from minds accompanying stricture
Inspired by the short story Yellow Wallpaper
Lauren Ashley
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Lauren Ashley
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