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Aug 2017
Writing empty lines
Filling them with enough spaces
Fitting them on an entire page
lines reflecting my thoughts

Pen curves at the end
dance around the beginning
blue blots of ink
a pattern on the paper

Deciphering the hidden meaning
it counts up to zero
it is but to pass the hour
but time is not really passing

My mind leaves my mind
reaches a full stop .
It starts again
to reach an another dead end .

Words leave , as they come
They began just to stop
I cannot rely on them
where are they right now?

These empty lines
so clear and careful
better than the image in my head
Says more than that can be said .
Written by
Nylee  23/F/in a body and mind.
(23/F/in a body and mind.)   
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