Fresh, clear, new, pristine, spotless
Glistening with blank nothings
The empty book flies down, wings fluttering
Sparkling with potential.
Words seep into the bird's wings
Longing to be somebody
Ink pressing scars into the bare pages
Ruining what once was clean.
Stained, corrupted, marked
Choked with the woven tendon
That strangled me with the hollowed lies
Nothing clean lasts forever.
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