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The pen is dry,
The ink, disappeared
The last line on the page
So imperfectly smeared
Clumsy fingers,
Gnarled and bent
No longer hold words
Forgotten lament
Countless hours wasted
All, for a couple of thoughts
Illegible, at best
Oh, but it was for naught
She poured her heart out
Every broken, shattered piece
The pain and anguish
Gave this child no release
Another place, perhaps
She may have found her way
But not in this realm of torture
She’d have to wait another day
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