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Everyday
Black keyboard under my fingertips
I pause reluctantly over them
I am the one in control
and yet?
What subject shall I bedazzle my
readers with?
Something clever?
Something chaste?
Or the truth?
Of emptiness, a possible blank page,
of the same song
I listen too
waiting, waiting for what?
Inspiration?
For life to change?
Or for time to just keep churning out
Nothing, and nothingness!
Everyday.
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