I must write
Upon these lines
One thousand words
One thousand times
The meaning lost
Emotion spent
All the tears
That came and went
A droning hum
A high pitched whine
A shadow looms
That is all mine
Dark and deep
And all around
Full of smells
Full of sounds
There lives the past
That I have made
That ink and pulp
Have yet to save
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