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Walls.

The legendary giant of heavy rock has his back turned away from me

as he stands guard and watches over all the other photographic memories

in the room.

There is no false great works of art upon the walls of the house,

aside from those I have chosen to place against the half decorated structure.

When I was younger I had posters that scattered the three walled sides in my Bicester

bedroom and I was told that eventually I would grow

to having just the one perfectly wooden framed piece of art to stare at and draw