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Writers' block, oblivion, not yet touched pure white not too much.However you wish to say it... the page is still blank.
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A chatter I have never known, sun beams through windows on my toes.Hair tied up in a bun, to save it from wind and sun.Infinite acquaintances to chatt..
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CommiserationPink shirts, pink pencils, impressions and images in shades of pinkIt was her favourite color, pinkHe hates the color, but he'll wear it ..
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