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Words arn't coming
Hidden by a towering wall
She's gone missing
Where is she?
Where has she gone?

I have no one to speak to
To paint those beautiful pictures
The inspiration
The vision
Isn't coming anymore

My mind is lost in the breeze
My voice, clear but wordless
I have no words to say
This may be the last
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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