Jotted words fill up life's paper,
Memories that run into pages,
Lines form the shape of love,
Emotions drawn from a well,
Blotted by the tears of joy,
Erased by the sadness blended,
Words will not lie the truth writ,
Feelings were feelings long ago,
The paper appears blank and coarse,
Layered by liquid sorrows,
The hand will not write,
For the muse is no more,
The heart yearns for none.
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