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Dearest Blank Page,
-
in an effort to sweep over-
imaginary lines,
anything I can conjure;
is infra dig.
-
eyeing guilt,
gilded fingers-
I must not linger…
too long.
-
with each letter coagulates-
lengthy, lurking, meaningless.
a clouded pause-
blinds vernacular; I am unworthy of.
-
-
Unquestioningly,
Me
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