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Arbrofion gweledol / lliw
Steve Coel
Empty Corners
Steve Coel
Stepping away from the street
through a broken
broad open two door,
you painfully walk
into a high congregation
of brown paper
and leather.
Once inside
along each damp tired wall
you discover anointed paint
quietly peeling,
and unclean fragile carpet,
frayed by disappointment,
falling into
gloomy empty corners
stacked high with rotting chairs.
gloomy empty corners
stacked high with rotting chairs.
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
