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Jun 2015
Ink
Blue;
Almost black.
Like a lake in mid-November;
Waves lapping at the shore--
A white page.

Black waves on a rough,
Sharp,
Paper.
You're alone.
The world is empty.
It's just you,
The world,
And the black-blue ink waves.
Lapping,
Lapping, on the white
Page.
The white,
Empty,
Page.
Hazel Hirsch
Written by
Hazel Hirsch  13/F/I Forgot.
(13/F/I Forgot.)   
557
   --- and Kelley A Vinal
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