I Can’t Find The Words Today

Arguments of false disdain

The smell of menthol in the rain

An icy gust as sharp as rust

That eases troubled pain

 

I can’t find the words today

They all scatter far and wide

My life’s a joke – “But for you,” I spoke

I will gladly waste these lines.”

 

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