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Posted to Poetry

your thoughts
become words
become my words
so quickly
like you're
a communications
sent from some
far off galaxy
i know for
a fact
i dont
have a clue
surrender to win
surrender my drive
my dream
impossible dream
that keeps me
and dissatisfied
with myself
and everyone
today i'm
and nothing new
is flowing
from this brain..
but i know
it will again,
and i'll be
able to smile