Wind and the wailings
Writing something simple to simpilfy the world
Waking the wonderous, illustrious marvel of a blank canvas
Waving the wind, willowing the winning tree that gives it life
With every power being the voices of a dead tree
Without sound, barriers closes us in
Whine the dinner of your words that you hopefully spilled onto the canvas
Whipping the ones who only want to voice their opinions
Why does this seem... wrong?
Write?
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