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Feb 2020
if
the blank pages
call to me
waiting for the deluge
of lines of night
scrawled in cramped script
across their pristine beauty

but they can't hold
the carnage of crimson
in my brain
the fury and tears
that make up my heart
so i just write one
word

one
word

one world

one possibility

one hope

'if.'
#if
icelar
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icelar  17/F/somewhere
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