I would hate to feel that horrible pain,
The biggest fear,
That my inspirations run away.
Gone with the spoon and the dish,
Over the moon across the sea.
Maybe it's summer,
Where all the days seem slower,
But that shouldn't be a bad thing.
Should it?
Maybe it's time to take a break,
Read more than write,
And let real life wash over me for a while.
One little problem is,
To write on Opuss is addictive shit!
Β©minxyMolly
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