Today I met a storm, and
It washed away my muse,
It left my mind dripping thoughts,
In an ocean, to drown in blues
My tender became too steep,
Became the obedient moan,
Became a ferocious lost “Yes”
That slowly turned to stone.
I’m now a parking violation,
A brief interval in the way,
I’m now a wonderfully weak dot
From a pen to destroy each...
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