Glass as Black
Iron as cold Brick as tasteless Concrete as youthless (A road.) Love as mild Learning as short Teaching as decrepit Studies as old-fashioned (A closed mind.) Time as dusking Hope as dawning Dawn as hoping But dusk, as timing (Vertigo.) Paths as clear Doors as open Doors as closed Doors as fleeting (Cellardoor.)
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J. Maw
I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne
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