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The blank, ominous void seems to absorb all inspiration of the ones who just had it all The artists with the passion to write, to draw, to paint, to create The absorption of all colors, all wonderful ideas The bucket runs dry and the pages sit unnervingly blank And the creator evermore frustrated as the void inherits the soul of another creation
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
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The blank, ominous void seems to absorb all inspiration of the ones who just had it all The artists with the passion to write, to draw, to paint, to create The absorption of all colors, all wonderful ideas The bucket runs dry and the pages sit unnervingly blank And the creator evermore frustrated as the void inherits the soul of another creation
Don't like this one, but it's written, so whatever?
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
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