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All My Inspiration
Forced to visit all my fear -
In pursuit of inspiration.
But through collection all I hear -
Is I'm not long for aspiration.
Through careful words and softened voice -
I could reduce evaporation.
But do I trust subconscious choice -
With all my liberation?
That argument could give me face -
To point that accusation.
If it flees I'll have to chase -
And risk dissociation.
In looking for some clarity -
I could brave that isolation,
Gamble with fate for sanity -
And a chance at satiation.
Though with these words I must confess -
It's hardly a vacation.
I'm spawning thoughts that can't digress -
Months after observation.
In the end my mind will flood -
These words are precipitation.
My hope is it can wash the blood -
From my mental amputation.
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Devin Croteau
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