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I leave this work untitled Like every book on the wall Like the wall, I hold these works on me No names, no faces I look into the mirror I see no face, no name, no title Just a book, an unfinished piece of work No work on this wall is complete And thus, deserves no name The untitled works, the poems and novellas The epics, the short stories, the sagas and chronicles All unfinished, all untitled It’s hard to find a piece of writing When the covers are all the same All white, all blank, nameless If I set fire to this room It would be like nothing had been destroyed at all They sit on their wall; waiting I lay on my bed; waiting Waiting We are waiting
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
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I leave this work untitled Like every book on the wall Like the wall, I hold these works on me No names, no faces I look into the mirror I see no face, no name, no title Just a book, an unfinished piece of work No work on this wall is complete And thus, deserves no name The untitled works, the poems and novellas The epics, the short stories, the sagas and chronicles All unfinished, all untitled It’s hard to find a piece of writing When the covers are all the same All white, all blank, nameless If I set fire to this room It would be like nothing had been destroyed at all They sit on their wall; waiting I lay on my bed; waiting Waiting We are waiting
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
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