Singing All That Beats This Broken––––Reaching out for oblivionWhispering of empty daysRain that appeals to no thunderLaughing in silence as endlessLaughing in forms left forgotten Praying for surcease of all painHolding minutes dripping through dead handsLoving thoughts kept in solitudeKnowing only what is not, for my senses dimmedSinging songs time…
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The smell of pencil shavings and paper. The smell of paint and glue.