Bimbanana
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I tried to stop staring into the abyss.
I succeeded
for one moon.
Fingers danced.
Words formed.
A book was born.
Then I peeked again.
Now it’s been two nights.
No words crawl from my fingers.
No books grow.
Because I am once more
staring into the abyss.
And the bell stare me back
I succeeded
for one moon.
Fingers danced.
Words formed.
A book was born.
Then I peeked again.
Now it’s been two nights.
No words crawl from my fingers.
No books grow.
Because I am once more
staring into the abyss.
And the bell stare me back
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