Written on April 11, 2024
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When the words don’t lure me with their muse, Desire to pour out hopes, dreams, light that bleeds, Wetting the beauty of my heart’s best seeds, Emptying the feelings, once caged by pain, shame, Thoughts meant to be penned, poetry, mapped out, Despairing of the urge to stay buried by a trail of can’t.
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