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Dear Poetry
You were once a great companion.
But now, all of my mind has been stolen of words.
My ideas, all gone through.
My encouragement, far away.
I would love to write a poem about the color gold, and the warmth of the sun on my skin.
I would love to write a poem about the cold air, whipping my cheeks on a dull day.
I would love to write a poem about the feelings in my heart.
But you've stolen it all.
Why have I got no more to say?
Dear Poetry,
Allow me to let go.
Allow me to write in peace.
