When words
no longer emanate
seperate
from thoughts and mind
caught within the
gray
forever
trapped inside
always remember
the once control
of tone and timbre too
of alliteration
incantation
creativity pursued
the finest brush can only stroke
until hands do shake
the loss of words
just another
cruelty of fate
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