White On White
Blank papers of bitter today
Do treasure the words white on white;
If they are forbidden to say,
Then my privilege is to write.
I choke on the poison I've drunk,
The root of my love is in grief;
I'm learning the foreigners' tongue
To perpetuate my belief.
The strength of my weakness denies
The myth only half proven true;
The lines that I can't recognize
One day were composed by you.
The sequel could come to an end,
But sanity claims it's too late,
I take all the pain to defend
The worlds my illusions create.
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