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Despair
Where are you?
I feel deaf
I feel blind
I feel lame
But most of all
I feel mute
To the deepest of my jaw
My voice has choked and suffocated out
Life is dry
Life is bland
I never realized how much you softened every soil
And how much importance you laid claim in my life
I am but just another crack in the path
Another crack in the sidewalk
Another crack-up in the long smiling frown
I write to you
But not to you
For you are not here
In my sweaty palms
Oh, woe is the lost
Whatever to do
What
Ever to
Do
I need
You
And you need
Me
As well
For without my dancing pen
Your pages lay blank and bland
Laid to wait
I've never lost my writings frequent recently
But never had I thought to lose you
The lock to the key
The mother of the mill
My brand new journal...
