Wordless

June 30, 2015

I have run out of things to say
Exhausting the infinite collection
Of possible combinations of words
Reducing it to a finite string
Of dull, drab, mundane tones
Nothing left of the flourish once flaunted
Just misery and a missing verbal variety
The same words, same order, same timing
Nothing is new anymore

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