![]() Foregoing WallsA Poem by Onoma
having dealt meditational
applications of paint to the foregoing walls of a bedroom. a more youthy white cracked open over aging eggshell. all the same, as if uniformly sheen. try as it may, a paint roller leaves a frumpy stripe from corner to ceiling. begging for brushwork. it's an intimate little chat with striving perfectibility.
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Added on June 17, 2024 Last Updated on June 17, 2024 Author
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