and a paper on the desk.
with a little bit of music
it dances happily on its floor.
the paper starts to be colourful
with lines and shapes anywhere
and everywhere.
i write and draw proudly
with fruts and strets on the stage
but noone is looking at me
noone, noone.
i put on hold for a while
coz my pen's running out of ink.
i put the papers in file
and throw them away in just a blink.
[OnE]
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