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This poem is about writing on paper

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This is your lucky day
Blank page, for I intend to
Fill you up with ink, the English
Language will inhabit you as
Well as my confused, sorrowful
Thoughts.

Be aware, I write without
A beginning, an amateur.
Page, this ink represents
The love my heart was called upon.
The emptiness and void,
You have not felt will surface.

I am not kind to you page,
Nor true, O’ friend I fatten
You with my ability to express sorrow.
For a birth of words, page
Suffers a like we are, page.

Having suffice another’s need
Left only to be discarded.

I will mark upon you nevermore.