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Dec 13
Writers edge

6am and the darkness wallows
Sounds of life outside
Only silenced in my mind
Echoing
Bounding
Screaming on deafened ears

This shout for help
Numb to all but me
And my tingling skin
Ti's a wanting need
A tasted crave

My writers edge in force
As words pour
Yet the pages read empty
A day not yet ready
Let's begin
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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