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 This untitled page started

As a glaring 

But inviting

Blank page 

Of memories. 


The spirit is to continue

Not ignore the call of blankness

to populate

emulate

involve 

all those from the past

who know a little

about the present of presents

for tomorrow is another blank page

Taken over

by an incipient storm of words. 

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