ToolsA Poem by AJI was walking around repeating over and over that I NEED paper, when I realized I sounded like a drug addict. This emerged suddenly after.Paper is like my heroine Pencils are like my needle They are tools to get something But instead of relaxation followed by Want, Harm, Pain, Trackmarks I get Art
© 2013 AJAuthor's Note
|
Stats
214 Views
1 Review Added on March 11, 2013 Last Updated on March 11, 2013 |

Flag Writing