The fire has ran out
The desire is no longer there
Right now it feels like a chore to care
Reaction has no action
And gravity doesn't pull me anywhere
There's the wind, there's the snow
And there's me with a blank stare
I am not alarmed or anything
But I just wonder
Is it weird or is it wrong,
What happens if
A poet to turns to stone?
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Author:
anabasova (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2025 13:14
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Comments2
Just wait for it all to return and it usually does, enjoyed the read
the dreaded sheet of blank paper is how i see this, enjoyed
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