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The cracked plaster on those walls
where I scratched the surface with my unkempt nails
To check what lies underneath

That disheveled store room
which I often rummaged
To find hidden treasures

That wall where I carved my name with the compass
from the orange geometry box
in freshly wet paint

It must still be there
It was 05.11.1994
It hasn't been repainted since.

I hope.


Picture by ~gilad