Creativity

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Washed and weathered

River like stone

A sea

Of broken bones and numbskulls

An idea

Smashed like a light bulb

A voice

Drowned out by voices who scream louder than me

A thought

Brushed off like dust

I disappear before your very eyes

Call me a magician

Except I'm not a liar

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