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Oct 2019
I am dried up
The muse is gone
Instead there is a desert of sand
Dry hot sand
No inspiration
I feel empty
I feel hollow
I miss the writing
I miss the creativity

It’s like a desert

I am dried up
The music is gone
Same for the muse
I have lost my way
All I am left with is sand
Desert


I miss them
Barbara R Maxwell
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