Map - Poem by Bullion Grey
I found a lost map,
with a strange thing about it,
when I looked at it I discovered
it was a map that led from nowhere to nowhere.
It was telling me that I was currently in
the middle of nowhere.
I didn't know anymore, and worse didn't know
how to know....it pained me so,
to be lost.
The only thing that was as strange was
when I realised nowhere was also now here.
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