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Blank Pages
Blank pages
Waiting for the uncaging
Of raging passion
From deep inside,
The dripping pen
Raising eyebrows,
What’s the matter then
Let’s get on with it,
Sometimes words
Like a sulking lover
Cannot be coaxed
From under cover,
Snuggling in that mystery
Of Goddesses and poetry.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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