Purest Paper

Dear purest paper,
Why can’t I write something?

Dear purest paper,
Why my heart is filled with many things?

Dear purest paper,
Why can’t I think?

Dear purest paper,
Have I been too much asking?

Dear purest paper,
All answer I got is the clock ticking.


( 2.1.05 / 19:10)

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