Where
In between lines
The cigarette breaks
And wasted time
Something appeared
Original and true
My writting had cleared
And from there it grew
From life to death
And dim to bright
Wrote I did
No end in sight
I opened my eyes
My paper was white
Wrote I had, but where'd I write?
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