drop
       drop
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little spots of ink on paper
as I ponder what to write
drop
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little thoughts do linger
emotions caught in webs so tight
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I try to untangle a single line
searching through exhausted mind
drop
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my soul still raw from life’s sharp edge
the wounds and scars form a blurry wedge
drop
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between what I got and what I wanted
what I lost and what I needed
drop
      drop
             drop
the messy page before my eyes
not unlike these spastic lies
drop
       drop
              drop
I ask again
when shall I truly find rest?