Untitled
my cover is blank
I don't know who I am
or what I'm about
an ambivalent mind
residing in a dark corner
I'm all and nothing
overlooked and noticed
I'm an open book
that you can't read
what's my worth
temperate the hurt
what do I get for my all
label me before I fall
I'm untitled
circle of excuses
we're both blind and at fault
I raise my wall of sheets
finally,
the empty is too much to bare
and I head for new destinations
for all the time I spent solitaire
and in silent conversations
I'm quite uncertain
that I know my own person
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