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I wonder where he came from
The Nothing
When did my mind become a hole in the middle of nowhere
A small ditch in the ground
If you don't know where to look,
You'll never find it anywhere
And yet
Those who do stumble across this ditch
Fall in
And regret ever falling or finding it at all
I have been sitting in this ditch for a while now
It's peaceful
YOU ARE READING
Blatherskite
Poesíablatherskite noun a person who talks at great length without making much sense. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A collection of poetry, mostly written in the dark of the early morning
