Unutterable

It’d be wasted

Any ink
Cartridge worn out
Spelling your name

Any line
Drawn-out
Delineating your face

Any verse
Left hanging
Exhausted to rhyme

Nowhere to be seen
Trees, walls, benches, pages

Typing slows down
No ink runs out
Nothing is wasted

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T!el Fajardo

Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.

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