once again the page is blank,
an unsolved mystery,
many unanswered questions
all lying mysteriously
over
this barren abode of silence,
apathy
is what we see,
apathy
is that not felt?
over this space are castings..
parched, non-existent
pang of heart
…my writative trance
once again the page is blank,
an unsolved mystery,
many unanswered questions
all lying mysteriously
over
this barren abode of silence,
apathy
is what we see,
apathy
is that not felt?
over this space are castings..
parched, non-existent
pang of heart
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