What now?

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Poetry used to be my thing,
But the words don't flow like they used to.
There's a dam in my head
That apparently nothing can break down.
The naturality replaced by abnormality.
It'd be okay if I had something to replace it
But I don't.
Poetry used to be my thing.
But it doesn't work anymore.
So?
What do I do now?

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 18, 2020 ⏰

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