I keep my life on file so i can review the past. Time steadily pens my name on freshly matted pulp. My heart is safe within a chest. Newly masoned brick replacing the door who's key can never be returned. In my office, i sit alone ,holding white walls back with my blank mind. Staring silently at a blinking screen and scratching your name into the desk with ballpoint acuracy. And in the bottom drawer lays the naked truth. A three page spread of nothing that interests me.Birth sign: Leo
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