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Current mood:  creative
This one was inspired by eyeosphere's writings...after I read some of his wonderful exploration pieces my writer's block lifted and now I am able to think once more....
Curiosity hast blossomed there
At place to which most do not dare
To write from what's within the soul
And spew it out into a bowl
Mix the broth with spoon of tongue
and dry it out where speech was hung
The gallows of the clutched mind howl
Blew through the branches in a scowl
Words cling to air like dew on leaf
Slide down the shaft to dirt of thief
Quenched with the drop ye shared with me
Savored on my buds rolled humbly
7:52 PM
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