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Aug 11, 2007 01:17

The Nothing

Her typerwriter clicks, clicks, clicks.

She is stuck in limbo
Her fingers will not hold her pen
Time will not give her ideas
Books surrender no secrets

Her typewriter will not type; jam, jam, jam.

The paper is blank
Her coffee is cold
The pungent smell, she breathes it
The white paper suffocates her

Her typewriter does not exist, exists not; is nonexistent.

poem, me

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