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unforeseeable

 


when there is
   little to no air
     left to breath

when there is
 no food of taste
   or substance left

when the ashes of
    imagination can no
           longer be stirred

and the fire no
    longer ignites
      and the words
         of poetry cease

sadness shall
   finally gather
      to claim her

victory
                



 
Written by buddhakitty
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