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Oblivion
Chasing wonders,
With a pen and a paper,
An empty sheet,
A piece of oblivion.
Staring blankly,
Eyes lost in the wilderness,
Once with a blink,
A whimper towards nothing.
Looking around,
Inside a four-cornered room,
Pastel purples,
In between the white curtains.
Oblivion,
Running strokes on the paper,
A pen and ink,
Breaking the bars of this cage.
Tuesday 4th June 2019 9:52 am
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