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Shortbread

In by Wyatt on October 21, 2010 at 4:42 am

Parcels of slimy paper
sat silently along the wall
arranged haphazardly
with more than no care
but much less than a great deal.

A quiet drizzle swept by outside
alighting the dank interior
with pallid shades
of cold beige
and a small mouse wandered
between Asia and Africa,
or so it believed
on its own attempt
at an epic journey.

Inside the murky web tied
between the wall and the roof
ideas got lost
and reality swung
back and forth, endlessly
for there was no escaping it.

Slowly the paper melted
back into pulp from whence
it came.

Things continued.

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