Words.

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Words.

While they used to flow out of me
like cascading waterfalls,
my flow has weakened,
though my heart still calls.

So full of thoughts
and dreams within,
yet I cannot seem
to make the sentences begin.

I have stories wrapped up
with elegant bows,
but from mind to paper,
my prose will not go.

I hope to surpass
this writer's blockade,
but for now I'll just continue
to try and make

Words.

-M.M.

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