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Posted to Poetry




your thoughts
become words
become my words
so quickly
like you're
a communications
device
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
trapped
and dissatisfied
with myself
and everyone
today i'm
empty
and nothing new
is flowing
from this brain..
but i know
it will again,
and i'll be
able to smile
then.