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My life is full of empty pages
lonely blue lines separate the
days and months, connected only
by a thin black line of ink
it stretches from April to August
like a slender leviathan
no direction, only forward
waiting, filling in the nothingness
with a longing, a need
12:57pm, Sunday March 22nd 2009