Categories > Original > Poetry > ripped out pages, broken coils
black ink makes
for a crisp line
muddled mind makes
for a hard time
we don't listen though we hear
brain picks up but not clear
I stopped hearing you, my dear
making you my biggest fear
we don't talk anymore
for a crisp line
muddled mind makes
for a hard time
we don't listen though we hear
brain picks up but not clear
I stopped hearing you, my dear
making you my biggest fear
we don't talk anymore
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