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Writers block
I came here to scratch my pen across the page
To find, an old friend
someone I'd forgotten...
a lover, I guess
He's seen me bare
Naked to the skin
Sobbing in a mass of pillows
he knows me
he never calls
just a bruise across my cheek
bleeding ink..
To find, an old friend
someone I'd forgotten...
a lover, I guess
He's seen me bare
Naked to the skin
Sobbing in a mass of pillows
he knows me
he never calls
just a bruise across my cheek
bleeding ink..
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