Turn on the faucet
Plug the drain.
Thus allows the thinking again.
I write and write
Until I can no more.
Always checking the locked door.
All by myself
In the communal room.
Where my imagination can bloom.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Turn on the faucet
Plug the drain.
Thus allows the thinking again.
I write and write
Until I can no more.
Always checking the locked door.
All by myself
In the communal room.
Where my imagination can bloom.
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