The crowd

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Ink

I fought with this a bit
The space
The white.
I wanted it to flow
And it to be all right
To flow like water
To be free of haste
The pen dried out
The page
The light
I left it alone
The face that speak
The confused
The eyes
The cups
The shits
The tues
And there’s a space
I’ll opens mind
I’m not afraid
The tears to cry
Nothing
But ink
The white space
Empty
Space

Music:
The sound of blood in my ears and my son coughing in his sleep

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