Couldn't day come to fill me with words,
Scattered on a page, unorganised and incomplete
Cliche to break, habits of mine
Remind when words come, to mine own self I will be won,
Adorned with pages, darned and trying
Carry me none, when I am crying
Out for new and in with old, waiting for my letters told.
Words come hither, splash with me
Find the phrases, letting be
Sentenced daily, drink with wine
Kind tormented, that's the line.
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