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Blank Paper
blank page
sits before me another day
I leave and hope it follows suit
A quick glance around the corner
Is it still there, has it changed?
yes, of corse and no
I take a jog around the block
Still there, still blank
I feed the cat and have a snack
still there
Feelings of dread fill me every time I peer around the corner
To see if the paper is still lurking
a vast expanse of
whiteness
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