Pencil, pencil in my hand I wish I were the best writer in the land Round and round in my head These thoughts seem full of lead
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I don’t trust systems anymore. I used to be afraid to say that out loud. * Because for a long time, everything did seem connected.
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Writer's block, Oh dear writer's block, Why must you afflict me so? I sit down in my chair, Excited to write my story,
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She Wears Hearts Like Armour She wears hearts like armour, pressed into her skin, soft shapes pretending they do not remember pain.
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Quiet Messengers, For Bren Bren, I know the silence grows, in ways the outside never shows. A year has passed, yet still it stays,
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Blue birds rise through morning veils, their wings cut the sky like fire made visible, their voices pour forth the language of stars,
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Rotten fruit falls down on its own Plentiful harvest won't be known No hand need pull it to the ground Crows and vermin will feast around
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