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February 25, 2010
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Verse lies stagnant in worn tomes
and lead stains leather-lined box.
Creations, once blooming, wither away,
While thorough thoughts stiffen and mold.
Pale pages mourn dear companions,
Crumpled and abandoned.
Deadlines appear.

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