I wake up
i don't know whether
i am still dreaming
or with conscious in
writing
walking dreamer
i seek nothing
under the full darkness
of bright noon sun
void spot is
in my sight
disappearing before
this ink dries up
i am afraid
void spot
will disappear
before
this written ink dries up
i now blame
the dried-up ink
for that lose void
spot
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