Did that god fool know
what his careless hands had wrought?
Clay is better left to clay
than applied to reason and thought.
The apple eaters, war makers
are still beiger shades of beige.
Bright souls belong in storybooks
that couldn’t cut the critics rage.
A heroes soul and heart and mind
is an unknown authors fiction.
Come, live real life under this iron sky.
Be purged of creativities affliction.
I rather thought she now stood further away from her end of the counter. In her mind I was no doubt shedding ugly on her desk, she had to get further away. Sneaking a peek at my zits (I'm sure she did), she hands me my mail. The word international flashes in the air: I get international mail and your job is to hand it over. Thankyou. Make-up from overseas.
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