Topic: The Fixer is Broken | |
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Edited by
technovative
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Sat 07/02/22 05:31 AM
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With his hammer and hands
he'll bulldoze the plaster pen corralling him from the world. That place he squirms in, the grazing land between mirage and oases that feeds the roaming heard. His grasp on how things work chokes the energy from his hooves. Stomped his shoe kicking up dust, it won’t brush off quicker than the cobweb does. Just let it settle... see if it'll morph into a helper. It's gonna take four hands and a pry bar to pop out rusty nails and lath. |
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Nice poem .
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Nice poem . |
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NICE
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