this heart aches, another puzzle
without a missing piece
but the muse is being
a bitch
for almost a year
this eyes are sore from staring
at the blank white page
and the blank white page
is now overused
this fingers are tired and sick
of jumping on backspace
reminisce, of a past when
they never stop
this soul aches for another
fuck it, this one would do
i guess
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