Blank Page
Not a Magnum Opus
By Modest NomadPublished 3 years ago β’ Updated 3 years ago β’ 1 min read
Photo by Florian Klauer on Unsplash
Dearest Blank Page,
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in an effort to sweep over-
imaginary lines,
anything I can conjure;
is infra dig.
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eyeing guilt,
gilded fingers-
I must not lingerβ¦
too long.
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with each letter coagulates-
lengthy, lurking, meaningless.
a clouded pause-
blinds vernacular; I am unworthy of.
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Unquestioningly,
Me
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