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MatthewDMorgan 
Poetry is hard to come by when your mind is stressed.
My love for the blank page with ink so smoothly caressed,
I feel like I messed it all up. A few lines here,
a few lines there but, it does not take me anywhere.
I'm scared my sweetest and most beautiful one!
My heart reaches out when you say,
you block out the sun.
I want you to shine,
love my poetry because it is mine!
So much is slowed and stopped,
the speakers popped and the messages,
are now symbolized in word.
Eyes so blurred, never could see things so clear.
mixed up, silt and dirt move upon my mirror,
I have to move and switch to see.
I wish I could make it all clean and,
get back to my reflection,
get back to being me.
