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By ~Harem~ Date: 2009 Jan 05 Comment on this Work [[2009.01.05.01.11.16043]] |
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The lonely depressed can write every day they never run out of the things that they say Their words gush in currents like waters of woe They bleed on the pages like rivers that flow Their pains are not paupers but rich with design creative narrations that have endless time And then they slow down and their ink dries up too when their loneliness fades then what do they do ? They stop all their writing their quiet ebb tide for they've found a new love that won't let them write. ``````` |