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Feb 1
I sit at my chair
For hours on end
Staring at the blank paper

The story is at the tips of my fingers
The characters chatter in my mind, ready to take the stage
But to my horror

My words are gone and only the silence remains
I’ve been silent for so long I’ve forgotten *** to speak
Lostling
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Lostling  Wandering, alone
(Wandering, alone)   
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   erin
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