
My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.
Nothing is better than to live
a story less life that needs no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let other say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.
23 days ago
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