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Sunday, 29 August, 2010

Pure Irony

Alone in the house, walk into a room,

a table with a writing pad on it; a pen lying across.

the clean, crisp page – untouched; blank and spotless – inviting.

the heart craves expression – pristine and unrestrained;

handicapped by form though, expression fails the heart upon a single touch.


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