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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Pipedream

 
Half-baked lines
float around
I write one down
And blanks abound
 
A word stands out
I rush to make a verse
Stubbornly it resists
And, I take a recourse
 
Books and pens I buy
Dreaming a fresh start
But a few pages into
Nothing stands apart
 
I move my place
From work and home
Even a bookstore once
Thoughts continue to roam
 
Not a chance I have
To see through my dream
Of filling up my rhymes
In papers by the ream
 

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