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WORD DROUGHT

this drought of word
must end, i said,
by god, i'll break this spell
somewhere a line i've tucked away
will blow this drought to hell
i'll find it in a file somewhere
and conjure me some verse
but lo, there's not a spark in here
to break this dreaded curse
and so i sit, i pace, i dream,
and hunt the muse in vain
we're only poets when we write
when not, we're just insane
Written by javalini
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