I have so much things to say,
To tell, to destroy, to examine, to convey,
To write, to claim, to curse, to plan,
To dissect, to dissecate, to explain,
To denounce, to defeat, to deface,
To burn, to finish, and to erase,
That I decided to leave the page empty,
Blank, like the white snow on my neighbor’s tree.
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