The Weeping Woods

Nothing

I can't think of any more words

Thoughts too sentimental are sharper than swords

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All I can think to do is write

Yet my brain has been drained of all it's might

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I've got no words so I'm using the same ones

Nothing at all though I haven't used tons

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But whatever, I give up there's nothing left

Coming up with another word is an impossible theft

A/N: This was also written in AZ but it's the last of the poems from that trip that I made. After this one which is legit about me having no idea I as you can probably guess ran out of ideas.