Premise Poem by GRANT FRASER

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Blank notes of paper,
whiteness to fill
the soul with something,

uncertifiable worlds,
to reach, touch, and find,

utilate the message,

looping over,

over,

to infintite reminders,
have you forgotten
the stuff you didn't have
time to memorise,

just remember,
the one you constantly dodge,

the selfish slice
will not be nice,

No!

it torches all the worlds
you hold so dear...

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
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