Here we lay
lost within our minds,
nothing to say or write
a paper unwritten
a pen deceased.
The flow no longer goes
from left to right
nor does it symbolize growth
nor time nor ryhme.
A puppet attached by strings....
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Here we lay
lost within our minds,
nothing to say or write
a paper unwritten
a pen deceased.
The flow no longer goes
from left to right
nor does it symbolize growth
nor time nor ryhme.
A puppet attached by strings....
i didn't get to finish. I had to leave for class
so finish that now!
It's good thus far...
so many things left unfinished....
Did you ever finish this then?
He might be a little too busy with some of those hot ladies in Mexico eh?
I would like to see this one finished though..