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Pen vomit

 

No words in my mouth
No phrases in my head
No sentences in my mind
My language is dead

No steps in my legs
No strength in my back
No ideas in my brain
All these things I lack

But words are expected
So thoughts I must think
I'm hoping my pen
Can barf out some good ink

My legs ran with me
Fifteen kilometers today
There's no gas in my tank
I don't know what to say

So I'll just play word-Jenga
With these tidbits that rhyme
And save the deep meanings
For some other time

Written by brokentitanium (k.)
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Author's Note
#10
No inspiration. I really need sleep.
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