Jan 21
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Limp and Cold

My imagination has gone limp and cold,
Weighing down what’s left of me that’s bold.
And as I push through forests of in-bottled thoughts which yelp and scream
I observe how branches are overloaded with an unproportionate ratio of dust to dreams,
I place my hand on my heart and scold,
For with every step, it has gone limp and cold.