Then we grow up

 


Im Almost out

Almost vain

Im in Zone

in the middle

Borderless circle

An empty dot

Slipklping down 

tip of  feather

One ink drop

Black

Standing on white paper

Some  unpretentious melancholy

A Pretentious potential waste

Almost Blue

At last,  Red. 



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