Spotty Logs, a photo blog
Friday, September 4, 2015
Gone
It was gone
Rejected
Taken by mistake
What an ache.
Kill it. Rake in the fake.
Only.
The ceiling rained with wooden grains from bugs in the beam.
Fine grains like sand.
Swept away.
Lest they itch.
What a bitch.
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