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I grab my pencil everyday Shaky hands bring down the lead tip barely touching the paper in anticipation of inspiration Bombs explode outside clouding the sky I call my muses to work but they fail to clock in because the road between the heart and the mind has been bombed
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Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
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I grab my pencil everyday Shaky hands bring down the lead tip barely touching the paper in anticipation of inspiration Bombs explode outside clouding the sky I call my muses to work but they fail to clock in because the road between the heart and the mind has been bombed
maria-etre
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Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
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