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I tattered your Yellow Wallpaper, And trenched along your Groves. To find that little special place, Creeping amidst your Prose. I scouted your Lands in search, For what I found most dear. But frankly I never found much, That Gem was always there. So as I walk my fickled Wood, I realized something good. I really never understood, And I never really could. Light Eddies And Venerable Elm, Meant Everything.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
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I tattered your Yellow Wallpaper, And trenched along your Groves. To find that little special place, Creeping amidst your Prose. I scouted your Lands in search, For what I found most dear. But frankly I never found much, That Gem was always there. So as I walk my fickled Wood, I realized something good. I really never understood, And I never really could. Light Eddies And Venerable Elm, Meant Everything.
acrostics are always amazing. allusion to "The Yellow Wallpaper," by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
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Mar 11, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
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