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Gone are dry days, the free days
the empty days resolved
as I am left with aimless thought
with fruitless visions to absolve
my simple soul, a forsaken hole 
left squirming, writhing
drained and dissolved
a poignant ecstasy as my soul 
is begging to evolve
my wit devoid of nourishment
my lip wasted in banishment
and the residue of my courage
not dead,not lost, but emerging
and brandished to display
each mistake too old to solve