Not knowing what you had
Until it fades away
A lack of inspiration.
A lack of expression.
A lack of art.
Crafted in the darkness of our soul,
Crumbling in the light.
Work that has only begun,
Collapses on the suburban sidewalk.
As the winter approaches…
Night has come.
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