Dear Poet,

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Dear poet,
I am writing this to tell you it's gone 
The sense of distraught is no longer a motivation.
Purpose is missing as well as the wonders of words.
You should know, poet.
When the words no longer flow
And the logic never returns
When a poet dies, his poem dies with him.
You are nothing.
I am nothing

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