I couldn't think of what to write,
so I'll simply say nothing tonight.
For sometimes the least amount that's said,
the more it means to you instead.
My heart and soul are longing still
to find a peace amidst this ill.
Of many words inside my head,
but nothing fit for daily bread.
So feed upon this useless prose
and go to bed with curled-up toes.
For no words will you find tonight;
nothing is all I have to write.
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