The Poet Is Dead
The poet is dead.
Her words no more.
The poet is dead.
Withered away,
dried up inside
with nothing left to say.
The poet is dead,
she doesn't care anymore.
Doesn't want to see,
neither want to feel
the beauty inside the words that used to be.
That once gave her joy,
now only faint memories left behind.
The poet is dead...
The poet is gone.
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