The overwhelming sadness
of empty pages. The sad
letters arranged sadly
in order. Woe is the sad
stricture of grammar, sad
limit of sense. I'm sad
and I weep, I am saddened
by wailing wind. The sad
phrases and clauses, sad
and tired figures. A sadly
postured flower sits sad
and alone. Am I as sad
as she?
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