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Jan 17
I feel spent
I don’t know where all my inspiration went
Silly musing of no worth
Remnants of the afterbirth
Rotting
Putting out a stink
Block my ability to think
I said it all
Real loud and clear
To nobody who wants to hear
Maybe it’s a superpower;
Invisibility
But it sure feels like a curse to me
Echoing here
Silently
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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   Immortality
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