Seemingly transparant is this page
There's no ink. There are just black letters and words
No pen that scratches just the tick tick tock of my two three fingers on the keyboard
No real romance left in this world no letters no notes no thumps on the doormat
Deaf but screaming crowds notice me but do not speak
Their faces staring just for one moment. So light...
but heavy on my soul
No one moves out of place
There's so much laughter so much talk
So much to do so much to say
but nothing to write
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