Notes, notes, notes, and write. Ink twists and turns but nothing jumps tonight. Stare at white and start a fight. Steady wrists, but nervous eyes lead a single skinny stick of lunatic lead and frenzied scratches. pencils smoke, but they aren't matches. Hanging heads and wishful mouths. Kiss me a secret, I long for your song to tease me a taste of eloquent tongue. Sitting so dry, I sigh and exhale with lonely lips that promised me poems.
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