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Dry
Staring at a blank page
My mind is full
And my heart is tender
But no words can spill
From fingers into being
Just lingering
Trapped in a never ending
Circle of recycled emotions
And overused metaphors
Fuck this I'll just go drink
My mind is full
And my heart is tender
But no words can spill
From fingers into being
Just lingering
Trapped in a never ending
Circle of recycled emotions
And overused metaphors
Fuck this I'll just go drink
Published 22nd Oct 2017
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4th Nov 2017 00:01am
13th Jan 2019 8:50pm
What's Your Poison (of choice) ?
when I feel the feel You are in this spill,
my go to is Monkey Shoulder Scotch -- 4 fingers, straight-up.
Love the spill on writers' block
& often, libation is the oil to loosen the blocks in the wall ;) ;)
when I feel the feel You are in this spill,
my go to is Monkey Shoulder Scotch -- 4 fingers, straight-up.
Love the spill on writers' block
& often, libation is the oil to loosen the blocks in the wall ;) ;)
