Sometimes when the canvas yells "Stop!" I know I should.
I never knew when I began.
Or, why.
The asymmetry extended out of my pen,
My mind.
A doodle.
A riddle.
Or, is it?
11/18/2011
Riddle-Doodle
Sometimes when the canvas yells "Stop!" I know I should.
I never knew when I began.
Or, why.
The asymmetry extended out of my pen,
My mind.
A doodle.
A riddle.
Or, is it?
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