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The Desk

The Desk

it was old

made of torn trees

and brushed amber

covered in scars

felt how deep

the mar

slid the drawers

open and closed

and saw

the inner workings

still intact

untouched by time

knew it mine

and emptied

my pockets

then and there

for there is

no price …

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery