Nothing could come about
unhinging this stroke of lines
Putting spaces together
connecting its' parts
Nothing could hold this
further than the wind travels
Chasing silhouettes of known
forgettable smiles
.....................
The Biting Point is on now and I am not even there. While my mum pretends to enjoy the theatre, I get to sulk for the amount of work being dumped on us children.
Damn higher learning institution. No one gives a fuck about Land Law when it's too difficult to get by its' words.
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