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I watch the curling smoke
rising from my cigarette
my mind’s flat broke
my creative spirit begins to fret
sipping my hot coffee
listening to the cold rain
wishing something would inspire me
and end this poet’s strain
I start jotting down words
and random gibberish phrases
most no one’s ever heard
extracted from my mind’s hazes
but I really need to write
something that’s worth reading
locked in a brutal fight
come on, pen start bleeding!
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