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How Can She Inspire?
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April 2013 I know it's been a few nights,
it's alright, i had to wake up each night,
watch tv, drink beer and wake up in the morning,
with an untouchable in sight,
my heart beats for a love from any,
yet my mind refuses to trust many,
when before i opened up to plenty,
now i only open up after a bottle of henny,
what is real love if there is no fire,
no desire to hold that love when you retire,
how can she inspire my poems off so little,
confused how she can produce such a riddle,
last time was my best time, let the rest rhyme,
allow your words to find the right line,
to fill up with what's written, what's thought,
what freed itself after getting caught.
