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"The Words that Used to Come Easy to Me" by Max Lauring

The words used to come so easily to me They blossomed patiently, waiting to be picked But now they deceive me and always have me tricked We laughed and danced together and cooperated naturally But now I can’t take it any more as we always disagree The words used to come so easily to me Lost like a blind-folded blind man The tragedy that suddenly began Memories of brilliance and harmony Now memories of afflicted debris The words used to come so easily to me You have become a plague of derision No longer waiting to be summoned The spark of inspiration and ardency Has now rotted away and turned ugly. The words used to come so easily to me They are choppy and serrated Apathetic like a balloon deflated Once a reservoir replete with ingenuity Drowned and suffocated, polluted undersea The words used to come so easily to me One time I even poured them into the palm of my hand And watched as they graciously glided through my very fingers grand Beleaguered by effluent language that once agreed But that was when the words used to come easy to me

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