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Nov 2011
Unsettled Sunday
I’m going crazy.
And blocked from my muse.
Talent growing hazy.
No concentration, burning the fuze.

Broken and ***** toy,
I’ve been thrown apart.
Wake me up, boy,
I can’t hear my own heart.
Written by
Kathryn Rule
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