It's been 31 days.

From this point on this is what is going to be put in this box: "As you may know I do not describe my work, or even summon it up. That is you you to do my dear friends."

For 31 days,

I have not written.

Now let us look upon the moons

Of these 31 days.

Alone have I sat,

these 31 days

Or was I with you?

These 31 days?

You do not seem to see,

these 31 days.

Do you not remember

these 31 days?

Or was that just me?

those 31 days.

What have I done in 

these 31 days?

Nothing but vast black has shoruded

these 31 days.

And now I am alone with out you.




The End

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