The fire has ran out
The desire is no longer there
Right now it feels like a chore to care
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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 (
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Just wait for it all to return and it usually does, enjoyed the read
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