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I lost the key The words in vault The rivers roaring symphony gushed to a damning halt The mist still floating Slow motion, mid air I can hear it’s rumbling   A reminder it’s there Waters seeping out my pores behind locked doors Suffocating, ruminating What’s the opposite of creating? Drowning in things unsaid And dreams unmet Not thought but felt It’s brimming, I’m choking The lights spluttering The void is black And suddenly It comes roaring back
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
Blocked Flow