Someone spilled water
all over my writing
Now I can no longer make out the words
A cloud of black ink on stained paper
Somehow looking at it hurts
A visual representation
Of what happens in my head
When the lines get all blurry
And I can’t remember what you said
I know I had an answer ready
But I can’t grasp it anymore
It’s somewhere hidden behind black clouds
If it ever was there at all


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