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Unwritten

Words, more words,
a mountain of meaninglessness upon our heads,
no space to stretch the weary mind,
letters like window bars
upon a blank-paged world at bay.
Sink into the paper,
past the black confines of your hard-inked language,
now space enough to spread out your dreams,
delving deep into the pure
unwritten-ness of it all before you.
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