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Flooded with a Pensive Pen

My Newest Poem :] I need to write but I cant form the words that spill out of my open mouth blocked by distress and blessed by the wretched thoughts that engulf my mind I just need to sit back relax and rewind this tape that has run out of room to record these empty echoes that bleed from my pen I gotta bring it back and let it snap into place the ink in my veins coursing vividly staining the walls of every artery blacking out the ferocity of my disparity charging forth and taking hold of my ripened impurities until the black walls of my insides explode with the ink of my incubating creativity and my quivering hand sobs and sighs wiping away the dripping black from the deep welled socket of my eyes never before has my well run dry but the leaking ink from my weary eye's stains my paper that lay in front of me and so my words pour forth and flood my memory with the same lyrical disease that battles every orifice inside of me and when the ink that that I’ve bled has dried up and my tongue loses that lackluster thrust to spit out the forsaken words that for so long I had learned to trust I’ve got to lay my screaming ambition down to rest just for tonight so as I fall into my sweat-ridden sheets my overzealous body yearns for sleep and I am drained I’ve bled all that needs to be said and tonight my words fade into the folds of my wrinkled bed

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