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a lock without a key
Folder:
whole lotta other stuff
On empty pages as blank as me
I search for character
For an essence to set me free
Alas, I am like a lost mariner
Floundering somewhere far at sea
These words mere syllable
They fall apart without esprit
Like desert lands untillable
End my drought, oh end it quickly
Piles of crumpled ideas that lay in waste
I beg my muse to assign a new decree
Let there be a dribble, please a mere taste
It is as if, I remain a lock without a key
All and all my poetry seems misplaced
