Blank Paper

What are one without a soul.

Mere meat and bones.

So if life is only once, why wasting it,

by keeping an empty one.

Every books,

Every pages,

are written with purposes.

Blank ones shared no use until it’s written.

It’s the writer who decides.

It is us.

Cast me a spell to escape,

as I only see blank paper everywhere.

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