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I would write you all a poem.
I would twist the letters across the page until they sparked with life into freedom, breathing through the paper into existence.
But you know what?
They refuse to even take a tentative leap from the pen that I found (God knows where).
They don't even wanna try.
So I'll let the pen lie, let them sleep in my consciousness.
Shows over anyway. So why are you still here?
I would twist the letters across the page until they sparked with life into freedom, breathing through the paper into existence.
But you know what?
They refuse to even take a tentative leap from the pen that I found (God knows where).
They don't even wanna try.
So I'll let the pen lie, let them sleep in my consciousness.
Shows over anyway. So why are you still here?
Published 17th Oct 2013
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