Blank Pages of Torn Truth

this page is blank
this book has no words
these chapters have no ending
this plot has no thickness
this action has no boom
this cliff has no hanger
this whole has no solution
this art has no us
this union has no existence
this all has nothing
this what has no use
this full has no fill
this sense does have less,
which is why we might have dust
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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