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the blank page waits
for the quenching stink of ink
a scribble of unflinching words
something to mull and make it think
the filled page grits
when the savage pen comes down
to flay through failing words
lose many and put others under doubt
the final page knows
these few are survivor words
strong enough to tell the story
clever enoug...
Thursday 22nd August 2024 10:56 pm
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