Next to Nothing

The best of my imagination

Is a fruit of procrastination

Flowing through humidity

Across a life of ambiguity

It has complexity in its soul

Yet simple to fill a deep hole

It is born from ink and paper

But given life by the reader

It's a prudent way of ranting

And equally next to nothing

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10:31 pm / 6 April 2015

Monday / in my living room