I can feel everything this blank sheet of paper has ever been through
The sands of time seem to resonate through it, sneaking
Almost serpentine-like through visceral life
It's almost as if I need the music to stop every now and again
I need to hear the sound of silence,
My restlessness dancing with the vast blank night
The laughs and anxiety in the air
The sound of freedom tap-dancing somewhere far away
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