Penpal

Possibilities

a hole on a white paper
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I met a white wall.
It wasn't that tall.
It had sparkling eyes.
Thinking what to write on it,
I ended asking things.

The wall,
politely replied back.
It made no question on regard.
I was confused and awed.
Was I to be changed?
Were my colours to be tainted?
Or had it already ended at hi?








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