in between
sheafs of white paper
emotions lie dormant
waiting to be pruned
whimpering under the strain
of being silenced
the weight of thinking
leaves unholy dents
crass tempestuous swirls
that lines the last sheet
patterns that show the depth
of pain
each circle carved with an invisible blade

Invisible

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