A solid wall there

Holding back the frantic words

I HATE writer's block

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Let your fingers run

Let them dash along the path

Yellow pages path

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Fall explains itself

Fall, the falling of empires

Summer soldiers killed

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One cannot ever grasp

The stubborn spirit of air

As it tickles leaves

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By oneself alone

Swallowed in hatred of me

Some one needs a friend

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Sharing is God's gift

Two have possession of one

Fair amounts only

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Love is a sickness

One of not the heart or mind

But of each other

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Confusion is cruel

It leaves you empty-handed

It has no mercy

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Names are simply words

Where would be without them?

Us? Isolated?