Nothing
nothing the words quiet
the cat got my tongue
the meds dried up the ink in my pen
the pencil broke the led dried up
nothing flowed
back now the ink is running though the thoughts are slow
but my mind is free
nothing is everything
unscrambled thoughts onto paper
de de do de do de do
on to paper clear as day as colourful as the autumn leaves on the trees
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