Feelings flow
like ebony ink
from the emptiness in my heart
onto the paper of my mind
shapeless blotches
meaningless blobs
illegible scribbles
that used to be words
words full of hope
and enchanted starlight
a jumble of lines
once so carfeully etched
now just a blur on the paper
in the path of my tears.

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