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The Pages Are Empty
March 27, 2019
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Drove across the endless road,
left the journal hanging on the shelves.
The absence of scribbled letters is the evidence
that even the pages are empty.
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Recite a poem until there are no sounds nor echoes.
No worries...
Silence also narrate stories.
It whisper the deepest fear and tragedies.
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