Kaleidoscope
- Oct 7, 2024
- 1 min read
A kaleidoscope of colours
A kaleidoscope of don’ts
Often the donts are where
the work is
Releasing the suppressed
and the smoke screens
Finally breathes in hope
I re-shape myself, I contort myself, I damage my fingers for you, I humble myself into a sticky mess, Where’s my trying? Where’s my glue?
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