a lack of inspiration
has stripped me of my soul
giving in to no desires
fighting to speak no more words
don't tell me that it's ok
don't say you love me anyway
I know you hurt as much as me
for you, too, live in poetry
your words once flew
on wings of eternal sunshine
your mind was once
the place that you called home
now we run from ourselves
in search of a stranger destination
than we've ever been before
in search of some magic conversation
that would give rise to the inspiration
to set our souls free from this prison
and live poetry once more
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