Blank Pages

Blank pages.

We are the blank pages that fill up with coffee spills instead of pen marks.

We are the blank pages that create loneliness instead of creativity.

We are the blank pages to a notebook sitting untouched for years.

We are the blank pages that are torn out.

We are the blank pages that never express a love story.

You are the blank page I will never write about.

And I am the book.

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