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The Broken Brain Dead Writers (an old poem)

We watch the cold night sky
Our icy breath will not be denied
Broken like glass
Unable to be fixed

Scattered and shattered
Lost and gone
We are nothing more than the shadows
In the tunnel ahead, you look and we are gone

We are the no ones
That bring you all down
Brain dead monsters
Unable to hear your screams and shouts

We fail to write
To be delicate
To open our hearts
And dedicate
Ourselves to the words we cry and spit

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