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Twelve years ago on a day unknown
I fled the city where I had grown...
Concrete gravestones are shackles upon my soul
I’m trapped in this endless loop with nowhere to...
I was told that it was a beautiful day
However my mind offered no words to say...
Despair savages a defenseless heart
Previously weakened from months apart...
Desiring warmth of an old flame
All while being currently engaged...
Simple threads when wound
Become solid rope
Poems written down
A method to cope
The wind whispers through the willow trees
And the thunder rolls through the clouds
The mist lays in the valleys
And the city in a shroud
Writer's block, writer's block
Why do I listen to the clock
That ever sits inside my mind
Telling me I'm out of time