Scritch and scratch graphite on stacks of paper.
What will come out of my mind this time?
Harvest creative memories from the depths of my mind.
Fractured pieces come forward to order.
Sketch it again and then do it over:
A thousand times a thousand I shape the same lines.
and all the
Pieces come together at the very
End.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Scritch and scratch graphite on stacks of paper.
What will come out of my mind this time?
Harvest creative memories from the depths of my mind.
Fractured pieces come forward to order.
Sketch it again and then do it over:
A thousand times a thousand I shape the same lines.
and all the
Pieces come together at the very
End.
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