That reminded me of being alive

A smell that is so familiar

From the ground

Close

But not like in a basement

Of a

Up close

And personal

Leaving pages inconsiderartely blank

But i strive to figure it out

I know it already

Im lying

I saw it blank and knew

They bought the ink for me

I paid it with taxes

I said it's fine

It's all fine for you

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