The static has fallen again,
a shroud of fog to smother the mind
and the writer's pen now lies vacant in the field
like the forgotten tombstone
of my voice.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
The static has fallen again,
a shroud of fog to smother the mind
and the writer's pen now lies vacant in the field
like the forgotten tombstone
of my voice.
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