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When the Pen runs dry

when the pen runs dry and the call to Muse is canceled by indifference the return is slow
each word squeezed of juicethe only way to grasp the magic is to toll in the stony fields among the rustic ruins of struggle hoping the voice returnsand fingers fly to keep pace

Sunday, May 23, 2010

FREE ME

Knowing you was brief
Understanding you was easy
Falling in lust with you was never an option
But now it's time to free me
I am not your therapist
I am not your lover
I am not your go between
I cannot take any more sadness
You know I love you honey
But it's TIME YOU LET GO!!!!

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