Worn out words on paper scraps
Scribbled notes on weak ideas
Listless links in blotted inks
Patterned circular like spheres
Potentials struggle to the fore
There subtle messages ignored
As if the sight of inspiration
Hides in shadows unexplored
Chains of phrases rattle by
Old and tired they drily pass
Parched in reservoirs laid low
Idle stains on unwashed glass
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