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Feel of blank paper No words to write down So much like a clown Odd as a stranger Await words to write Nothing comes around Blank mind usurps ground No secrets to cite Try to flavour dodge Nothing to reveal Empty blankness wills Nothing yet to forge Blank as blank may be Word bank cannot latch Dumb touch does not sketch Empty that you see Feel the dry patch here Blank and bleak with nought String empty word thought Blank fits most sincere Leon Enriquez 01 June 2018 Hamlet Place, ACT

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