By T.K. Flicek
Empty spaces in my mind,
magick words so hard to find.
Just one sentence or maybe two,
will help me create a story anew.
Alas I fail my mind is blank,
with all this noise I can’t even think!
But what is that you say?
Tomorrow is another day!
So, put down the pen and go to sleep,
the cure will come within a dream.
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