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an aviary Apr 2019
we hid under the ramp when it rained
it was made out of splinters
and stained with graffiti
we sat and didn't speak
just looked at grey puddles on grey concrete
and dry grey stones under our feet
we waited because the ramp was a shield
battle scarred and wet
with graffiti that we made
a memory from a few years back
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Do not aspire to be a ramp model,
Strive to be the perfect role model.
Self-inspired

My HP Poem #1389
©Atul Kaushal

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