Inspiration
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I Write as if I'm not broken,
but the reality of the shards,
our beyond a remnant of dust,
Faded among the heated glow,
of a writers heart,
the surrender so sweet,
the pen with dry ink,
finally wets on the tongue,
that inspires words once more.
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