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Lost Inspiration


Color here, color there

But are not longer there 

An old paint brush left in the corner untouched

pencils gathering dust

a lost inspiration 

a scared mind

One good friend 

A lost inspiration found once again

never to fear again

that old paint brush is dancing across the canvas

Pencil shavings are the only thing that's gathering

One word can bring you down 

But many can bring you higher and higher 

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