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Paper Dreams

August 1, 2008
By Anonymous

Empty,
White unending,
A vessel with no purpose.

Waiting for a splash of ink,
A graceful stroke of the pen,
The fulfillment of its purpose.

The paper whispers,
"Write on me so that I may live on
"In a thousand dreams."

But no one is listening,
So the paper languishes,
Forgotten.



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