Fresh blank paper
Ready to be written on.
I wonder what it will be.
A lovers poem ,
or the chords to another song.
The smell of the fresh paper
Attracts hidden brain cells
The smell of the fresh paper
A rush of gold to the best.
Fresh white paper
Looks better than the one written on.
Fresh white paper
is itself,
a piece of art.
An art that artists fulfill and lovers undo
That poets flounder in and scientists reuse.
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