Sequel To Blank
They gave me a paper to write upon,
yet gain,
it was invitingly smooth and blank,
even now,
they handed me a pen,
another pretty one,
that wrote smooth,
from flank to flank,
again and again,
but I had nothing in my mind,
that was coherent and formed,
ashamed as I was,
of keeping the first one blank,
this one I filled,
with whatever I could from my mind yank,
and waited with bated breath,
to see,hear the written paper's death.
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