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blue lines laughing Unknown Sage write, just write something. Emptiness line after line. Still nothing about to lose my mind. Force the words, force the rhyme still page is blank line after line I have won battle of the wits the paper is filled filled with this... Note from The Milkman: I know I could do better but when there is nothing but a blank page staring at you, you want to have the last laugh.
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