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Nothing fills me

Nothing fills me, blank spaces,
on a page waiting to be written.
but nothing comes.
Speeding down the tracks,
Not a single thing stopping me,
the light turns green; I’m off to the races.
delicate stokes are all it takes,
with a clear page, it’s best to begin.





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