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Feb 22
My own muse
The words drain from my mouth
Can’t describe you
Can’t ever encapsulate you
My own muse
My words drip to the floor
Can’t satiate you
Can’t seem to overcome
My own muse
The words flowing to the cracks
Can’t slip you
Can’t ever break through the floor
My own muse
My words drying up
Can’t win you
Can’t ever seem to wash the mold
I love you so much but I don’t think you feel the same
Written by
Lost in my Head  18/M/Nunya
(18/M/Nunya)   
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