My Diary: My Heart

Most of the wallpaper days are badly torn and I tunnelled into the mature cheddar of my urban existence while dog walkers paraded their machines made from left over car parts.‭ ‬I had whispered to the smiling walls when I had first emerged from the bedroom cocoon so I had nothing left to say when the Toby Jug descended the grand staircase with ribbons instead of fingers.

My Heart

My Heart

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