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Blank
The moon comes
but nothing is all I got.
The trees refuse to speak
and the breeze
no longer heals my pain
like rain
the words would fall
but now nothing,
nothing at all,
blank pages appall.
I look inside,
a grey brick wall
and I wonder
how it got so tall.
©JMCole
Friday 19th May 2017 5:51 pm
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