Name Undecided 8

Name Undecided 8

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In the infinite vastness of this world
I sit quiet on a rock
like a small ink dot
on a sheet of white paper
and wonder why
back in my room in the city
the world can be measured by an inch tape
and I am like a blot spreading
on a sheet of white paper.

© 2013


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