My chair creaks and moans with aching every time I move. The paint is peeling off, showing that it has been painted many times, always white. I drew runes on it, a long time ago. They spell out the lord's prayer, beck when I didn't know in whose stands I sat. Maybe I've held onto this old chair for too long. Maybe its time to put it to rest.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Old chair
My chair creaks and moans with aching every time I move. The paint is peeling off, showing that it has been painted many times, always white. I drew runes on it, a long time ago. They spell out the lord's prayer, beck when I didn't know in whose stands I sat. Maybe I've held onto this old chair for too long. Maybe its time to put it to rest.
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