IMPRINTS🐾 Is it my fault, that I made into a haze, what was once pristine, with a screen of it's own. The paw marks, the scratches,the indentations, of wayfarers and passers-by, of the tunes, the reads and the parts. Unfading, unerasable imprints, turned the screen opaque, and sent it tumbling, blinding or rather blindfolding.
