​written
every page, blank or full;
no thoughts to fill the empty,
no space to add to the full

no match for campfire,
no time for fuel

I yearn to use a blank page,
Though I’m not sure what I enjoy;
My thoughts are different,
much different 
from what I deploy

blank pages skipped with slumber:
space wasted,
ink spilled on pre-written pages.

scribbles on a canvas,
then a plain white tee
day by day
Oh to be set free.

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​Taliyah Swanigan