White White Poem by Jack Turner

White White

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The white, white rot of apathy
Wraps its ivy fingers round my throat
I resist against the blinding blankness
But the will to fight is leaching from my ones
And soon I shall surrender to the chasm

I do not care.
I do not care.
I do not care.

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