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Read the yellow wallpaper. It haunts me.Rate this Poem
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Created on 2-15-07
Waiting...
Since I can remember I have sat inside this room and waited for these thick walls that have so long reminded me of the color yellow but more putrid and shrink wrap over dirty chalk to finally start breathing and maybe even open up.
They would burst away at thier corner seams and spread outward towards the horizon. The yellow would turn into vivid red feathers and I would have to wait no more.
11/17/2006
Please Login to post comments| On November 19th 2007 amptone Said : | |
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Very nice and yes, I can relate to this very much so. |
