ezracanbeagirlsname: I want to be a writerBut once I set my goalsThe words seem to stopThey dry up and I can’t make them appearWhen I lay in bed they tumble from my brainAnd fall to the carpetUnused and lostMornings of tea and toastBright sunshine
tags: prose, friend art, good art
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