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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Nothing at all.

I have nothing to say. Perhaps I should, but I don’t.
My words are censured by my thoughts.
My visions are tied up into tiny knots.
There seems to be a big nothing between my ears.
I wonder if it will go on this way for years.
Unravel you, open up your window.
Let me climb in and sat in your hollow.

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