By Marc Craver
Some days there is nothing to write about
not a d– thing
no joy
no hate
nothing but black clouds
and the sound of nothing
no one to talk to
no thing do you want to do
no doing
no coming
no going
not even the chance of a little drink to kill the day before it begins
no
these days
just go on forever
like a leak
from a tap
drip
drip
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