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dry runs the well of words
empty space grows in greed
to devour the last few drops
should I fill a page with lies
just to see blackness here
Backspace is my friend these days
some words are never cheap
forgot to fill my wallet
my mind's been somewhere else
this deck of cards we try to play
can't guarantee the Ace of Spades
in case the dealer scared you off
you never know if the hand you hold
contains the wild card for today
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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