when did I stop writing
was it when you forgot to pretend to read
or was I too eager for eyeball and applause
of those I can't say they feign interest
or was it when I realized
I had written the same old stuff
again and again
and I had to hear you say stop
or was it when I sat still and alone
lost in a beautiful nowhere without you
and stared at all that I should write about
all that I will never write about without you
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