An endless white plain,
not alive,
not dead,
no grey,
nothing to convey,
no essence,
just an endless silence,
no left,
no right,
nothing wrong,
nothing right,
no love,
no hate,
nothing there,
nothing here,
Just me, myself, and I,
An endless plain of White.
White Plain
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