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The notebook is blank,
Empty lines filled with dust
And straight dots.
Scribbles penetrates every
Inch of whiteness
Like pricking the skin.
Scribble might be blurred,
The following pages
Say nothing but another
Pinch of a needle…
My notebook has no wishes,
The whiteness of this page
Is so white that blurs my eyes.
Very refreshing. My compliments, nice to read.
amazing piece – thnx