WANTED: muse, writers block cure & a yes to the heart. 3/25/2007

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By Stilltraveler

Fevered with thoughts of tomorrow. Dreams of days that ought to be. A dry quill, full well, lost mind & open heart. Finding my fearful faults & changing. Suffocating, gasping for creative sustenance. Hoping for the chaos to find a new peace. Great... ifs, provide for beautiful fantasies. A heart longing… yet a spirit serene. Never ending faith of what lays ahead.

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