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Poem #250

You are asking too much of me.
I don’t have the words to write anymore,
you drained the author in me.
If love cannot be described in verses
is it even love anymore?
Let me go, I need to find new ground.
A poet without inspiration is like a sea
without salt, it isn’t natural.
Let me go, I need to find a place where
my words can be safe again.

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