the writer, a cynic |
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A blank page |
frightens me: |
so many thoughts |
so many ideas |
I could put there -- |
Is it legal to put |
such a weapon as this |
in my hand? |
Deep fears |
dark dreams |
confused radical thoughts |
without shame: |
I can write it, |
there's room on this page |
and my pencil, I think, |
should last long enough |
to offend. |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |