The page beckons
This blank space
To fill up
Don't know with what
But, it beckons
Can't see it blank
It should be funny
And leave a smile on your face
The blank shouldn't exist
Need to fill it up with stuff, even weird
A splash of paint
Or the weariness of pain
Whatever, just fill it up
With whatever you have
Without a care about how it looks
Or sounds or feels
Blank it was
And blank it'll be
But now, right now,
It isn't a blank
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