After delving deep into my soul
My words drive out of control.
I've lost what I hold most dear,
Thoughts of loss pulls the tears
Out of my face, between my ears
flowing alongside the mountain
of nose, a fluent fountain
of freedom seems to be coneyed,
my ever roaming thoughts betrayed.
Worse made; it begins to rain...
My creativity is slain.
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