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Filthy Hands
The walls are breathing
and heaving, no sighs of relief,
they're tired of hearing me speak.
They better change the tune real quick
or I'm gonna paint them hot pink.
and heaving, no sighs of relief,
they're tired of hearing me speak.
They better change the tune real quick
or I'm gonna paint them hot pink.
Published 30th Oct 2020
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30th Oct 2020 3:14am
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30th Oct 2020 9:39pm
Hot pink walls? Hmmmm. Interesting thought nik.
Good write.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Good write.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
31st Oct 2020 3:54am
31st Oct 2020 3:06pm
31st Oct 2020 11:14pm
It reminds me of the “if these wall could talk”, the hot pink may just make them.
Nicely done, hope all is well.
Nicely done, hope all is well.
16th Nov 2020 00:46am
