Dusty poetry.
Tears fall on empty paper
no words to smudge
no ink to run.
In her mind she writes the words
safe and secure,
no fear of discovery
no fear of betrayal.
Alone she counts the words
a tear for every syllable
untill the well runs dry
and her words she borrows
from dusty poetry books.
no words to smudge
no ink to run.
In her mind she writes the words
safe and secure,
no fear of discovery
no fear of betrayal.
Alone she counts the words
a tear for every syllable
untill the well runs dry
and her words she borrows
from dusty poetry books.
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