Lost words
A midnight scribble ,
A morning sigh ,
You watch the words ,
Curl up and die.
Madness lives
Inside your head ,
Of poems lost ,
And pages dead.
A mind possesed,
By unmade books,
Unwritten lines
On empty hooks.
*michael faudet*
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Gathered words
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