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Sep 2019
pen slipped
ink spilled

    dripping onto a blank canvas
begging to be filled

    cover her with with words and ideas
force yourself to stop, sit still

    let the creativity flow
absence from you, I feel ill.

     my muse please don’t go
without you, I have no skill.
Dagen Kipling
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Dagen Kipling  21/M/Las Vegas
(21/M/Las Vegas)   
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