I can't find them, it seems
they elude, and escape
no grasp in my mind
nothing, takes shape
A dearth of refrain
no lines, that cajole
a following gist
without any control
I'll plead to the heavens
to send me the words
the ones, that will sing
and not end up
as turds
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 7:45 AM UTC
I can't find them, it seems
they elude, and escape
no grasp in my mind
nothing, takes shape
A dearth of refrain
no lines, that cajole
a following gist
without any control
I'll plead to the heavens
to send me the words
the ones, that will sing
and not end up
as turds
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