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Picka wall

I wish I knew how to draw on walls.
The best sketches of mine were always copies.
I wish I could draw an actually good Pikachu
Drawn and coloured by Sparsh Sharma
The thought bubble would read:
I picka wall.

There is one poster at home though
And I realise this when we were shifting -
That Charmander carries fire
That Pikachu carries lightning
That November rains hit hardest when
So much about remembering feels like
Memory is traveling a speed greater than light.

Is no power also superpower?

Someday Dumbledore will even light fire to his own long, silver, beard
and even then, he will say
“Happiness can be found even in the
darkest of times, if only one remembers
to turn on the light.” But Silverstein will then
Stop a tree from falling, while saying
if is just another insect buzzing in,
saving childhood from other children.

Dumbledore feels that to feel pain like this
Is our greatest strength. But ask the beard
that he no longer wears. Someday,
...

All this will loosen,
like the next cloud in our (h)air.

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