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My Wall MAG

By Anonymous

   Candles in the corner, with empty bottles of cheap wine

Papers on the wall crumpling like skin on a salt tortured slug

With words that make no sense

Words that fit together in the subconscious but are no more than

Letters on a piece of paper

Meaning less?

The candles melt into a helpless puddle

Flickering shadows between letters

Pressed into my mind, melted into my soul

Symbol of a special state of mind





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