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Writer, Photographer, Filmmaker, Artist.

Idle

When I’m alone
At work
Or where I stay,
I think of you.
Every second
Of every day.
You shape the dust
Into clay.
You paint the sky
A brighter shade
Of gray.

You make the lights
Come out to play.

Written by Andrew Edmark

August 11th, 2008 at 9:27 pm

Posted in Photography




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