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Blank…
What are you hiding,
In those empty lined depths?
New worlds waiting to be revealed.
Old worlds waiting to be revisited.
Young love ripe to for exploration
Relationships that bloom,
Then wither through time.
Goodbyes to be said.
Laughter to light up the world.
Tears silently being shed.
A myriad of possibilities beckon
As I pick up my pen.
The writer’s blank canvas awaits.
Coral McCallum 