The Ink Has Dried
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The ink has dried, musings shrivel
Inspiration flow dead
Words we form, puerile drivel
Emotes best left unsaid
We wish to but cannot
Bound in a narrow slot
Ego thought comes to naught
Our time we bide
The ink has dried
13-March-2022
Quietus
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