A lonely art desk.
What is it waiting for?
A use?
A purpose?
Surely something.
A lonely art desk with nothing to say.
A lonely art desk waiting for the day.
Waiting.
Waiting.
But that day never came.
Did it?
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ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ
PoetryI'll list triggers for any Poems that I feel need it, if you find one that feels necessary to have a certain tw, please tell me! I found the cover image on google.
