SPIRAL by J'ai Antonette

pages void of ink
blank words
of a mind asleep
a pen nears
excitement builds
the moment intense
the little spiral notebook
void of strokes
stares blankly
into the hollow eyes
of its owner
the spiral coil untouched
by the brush of a turning page
in time a canvas of dust
serves as a covering
hiding nothing
but pages void of ink

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