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you have totally wrecked me
the words that once flowed
where my blood should be
are gone and I cannot find them

the healing prose that used to clot
every wound do not come
I bleed like the mortals now
there is no power in my pen

you have taken my passion to write
twisted and bound it
I open my mouth but the words vanish
before my tongue can catch them

magical thoughts die in infancy
rich images fade like shower steam
rendered mute with anticipation
I no longer control my mind

everything goes back to you