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I was hoping to write a quadrille using the prompt provided by dVerse on Monday…this short poem is just two words over the limit and I couldn’t figure out how to cut it down.
I must write but I cannot.
All’s turned to rot
Inside my head.
My mind is dead.
I’ll bury it
With candles lit;
The sad blank page
Attends with rage;
It is not filled
As I once willed.
The words have fled:
My mind is dead.
~H
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