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Passing The Time

by xAlesanaxScoutx 0 reviews

I have no idea where this came from.

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres: Angst - Published: 2012-12-16 - Updated: 2013-06-17 - 79 words - Complete

Here I sit,
With the urge to write,
But no inspiration,
For the words to ignite.

So this is the feel,
Of writer's block,
Just the passing of hands,
On a broken clock.

Too much cliche,
Wanting to spill,
Between the lines,
With an inked quill.

I won't let that,
Stop me now,
'Cause in my head,
I took a vow.

This here's final,
My very last verse,
For I've shoved that block,
In the back of a hearse.
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