A labyrinth due for demolition
Poetry of Life Sam Coll Poetry of Life Sam Coll

A labyrinth due for demolition

This shed had been habitable once. You could occupy it of a summer afternoon ten long years ago, with ample space at the table where one could read and write and sip one's slowly cooling green tea, the cup continually refilled from the ever-present steaming kettle.

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