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Sep 2019
It used to spin from
the webs of my mind
Dripping out onto the keys,
stopping time and motion.

But now it ceases
like a new moon,
gone indefinitely,
but silently present.

One day, I hope the sun
rises on this land,
again;

For now, I lie in wait
for it to come galloping back,
filling my night
skies once more.
Written by
doodle poodle
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