I have so much things to say, 
To tell, to destroy, to examine, to convey, 
To write, to claim, to curse, to plan,  
To dissect, to dissecate, to explain, 
To denounce, to defeat, to deface, 
To burn, to finish, and  to erase, 
That I decided to leave  the page empty, 
Blank, like the white snow on my neighbor’s tree.                
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