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There are crafts of countless drafts on this blank page, accounts of my days of happiness or rage are on this blank page, hinted goals and affirmations are blueprinted on this blank page, look and you shall find that my mind roars it's thoughts unfiltered on this blank page, Behold a story begins to unfold on this blank page. Ink jives it's hips, thrives in it's own motions and clicks it's fingers in rhythm to the writers melody that lingers, In order to transcribe what you're trying to describe to the mass of one or many on this blank page, Sentences are redacted, subtracted from the line of sight equating to something that now means nothing, Why? It could be a mistake, a misfire of  the message I attempted to make, thinking I had it locked and loaded, Ready to shoot it across this blank page, Or... It could be that I find it unnecessary to reveal deep parts of me, So... I become hell bent on destroying any trace that may possibly leave my scent in this blank page, The land of doodles, far and wide is it's reach, with the population consisting of ... stick-mankind, Talking poodles, Confetti filled with noodles, Whatever you can think of is there in this blank page. On this blank page I stare deep into it's void and wonder.... What shall we do today ?
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
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There are crafts of countless drafts on this blank page, accounts of my days of happiness or rage are on this blank page, hinted goals and affirmations are blueprinted on this blank page, look and you shall find that my mind roars it's thoughts unfiltered on this blank page, Behold a story begins to unfold on this blank page. Ink jives it's hips, thrives in it's own motions and clicks it's fingers in rhythm to the writers melody that lingers, In order to transcribe what you're trying to describe to the mass of one or many on this blank page, Sentences are redacted, subtracted from the line of sight equating to something that now means nothing, Why? It could be a mistake, a misfire of  the message I attempted to make, thinking I had it locked and loaded, Ready to shoot it across this blank page, Or... It could be that I find it unnecessary to reveal deep parts of me, So... I become hell bent on destroying any trace that may possibly leave my scent in this blank page, The land of doodles, far and wide is it's reach, with the population consisting of ... stick-mankind, Talking poodles, Confetti filled with noodles, Whatever you can think of is there in this blank page. On this blank page I stare deep into it's void and wonder.... What shall we do today ?
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
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