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The blankness of the paper the saturation of my mind the sharp contrast of the two Amazing how it all gets lost so quickly in the journey from abstract to reality A pattern as of late Everything vanishes just before the curve Before it can see the true beauty Of what could have been Words, poems, lovers… It’s all the same Full of significance But at the drop of the hat, meaningless. |
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