you cover my lips
so I can't speak a word
you take my paper so crisp
so I have no inspiration and my words are slurred
you take my pen
and crush the things I need
I will have to withdraw again
the furious writing made my fingers bleed
you take my hiding place
where my imagination will flow
now my body floats in space
where all the geniuses glow
I need my pen
I need my paper
give it to me and I'll say amen
give me my paper and I will be like the old men and there newspaper
Naomi~wingedfeature
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