"Lacking Paper"
Swift Scratches of letters bleed
As the warm ink flows out of me
Sitting by as the night goes thin
When the conjuring of poems begins
Two lines of juvenile rhymes
Above a tricky stanza below
Some sounds, sound out of place
With harmony broken I tend to know
Stirring of confidence cracks the Earth
Like a word in a song that does not go
Endless shapes of pieces I will search
Time is the only obstacle to make it so
My mind when it writes sweet nothings
Perhaps the whispery of recollections to me
Twisted and forgotten, flying without wings
But I can never recite verse lacking paper,
Because in the moment I am always free
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