The "blank space" on this page is waiting "for you,"
invisible as the "yesterday" we knew.
"All too well," silence swells as a submerged sponge.
Tears, like "midnight rain," continue to plunge.
"Come in with the rain," then bid it to depart.
"Come out of the woods," "King Of My Heart."
"Enchanted," on a "white horse," bringing a "clear sky,"
tell me...
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