. Written words upon the page
. My mind, a drain of ink
. Seeing every sentence I chew up
. I spit back down the sink
. Every thought erodes the silence
. Into something of a slate
. Where I burn
. And scorch the
. Pattern
. Then serve frozen
. On a
. Plate
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