Empty Lines
I turned the page and found
'A song for me', in pretty writing.
The f in 'for' was perfect
And there was this wavey
line beneath the title.
The rest of the page
was empty.
Not a word.
Just lines.
I kept staring at them.
Wondering.
Why it was so hard
to write that song.
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