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Sep 2016
I wonder where my words went
they stick in pots of ink
floating, lazy swimmers
shirking precious duty
what do I pay them for
if not to arise and fill my pen
How does writing on my lack of inspirationΒ Β always work?
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
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