Piles and piles of lost poems
Pens dried out
Papers ran out
Ideas and thoughts sailed away
Yet, there are over a million things to write about
A million things to be inspired from
My mind rushes with thoughts and images...
Memories and messages...
Passages tied in knots in my head
Scrabbeling in my white paper trying to fill the lines
But I came out with nothing but twisted lies
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