With each word i wrote, a little deeper she fell,
For each sonnet was a piece of her soul that i could spell,
Eventually the writer’s block came and stole my words away.
She left a while later when i had nothing to say.
Heartbroken, Wretched and left with an empty hole.
I pondered who she loved, me, my words or her soul.
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