#Succubus #uninspired

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CUNTISM

Inspiration has run dry

the day closes gray 

The morning a darker shade

questions hang above unanswered 

The night sky lost its glitter

fruit of the spirit turned bitter 

Lines drift into oblivion

poetry is a cunt

still,

nothing near you.

 

 

 

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