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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

Land Surveying



It is a day
A day for you
To be what you
Want
To be alone
And find something
New
You can choose
To dwell
On what is missing
Or learn to be happier
On your own
To learn
To be by yourself
So when you meet
Someone new
You don't react
In fear
And take just
What you can get
Instead of what
You want

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