Reece Kaye - Unclean sheet

As the last word formed
On the lachrymal page
From the hiss of the nib
Came the last of her rage
Then she tore it and crumpled it
Tossed in the bin
Though the pad still held secrets
Impressions within
Deep down and ingrained
Still apt to arise
How sad that a blank page
Can still proffer lies

Reece Kaye

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