Entering your space is peace.
Lingering in a sense of knowing, believe I start to glimpse
Through the slit in your door and the bullet holes
How the light leaks through and glows.
Few words drift into harmony.
Dancing on the lines of convention, where emotional tension
Scribes on the walls of my mind,
I read ideas of you.
My eyes trace your frame.
Will you colour you in?
Unchained Literature 
What an interesting ending!
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Thank you. May I ask how you have interpreted? Simply curious 🙂
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I’m not 100% sure on how to interpret it. That’s why it’s a very interesting piece. Feels like an abstract painting.
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I’ll take that! I’m a fan of creating work which is ambiguous and open to interpretation. Thanks 🙂
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Welcome 🙂 You certainly did that. 🙂 Stay safe!
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