Up all night the author writes
a tale of woe and wonder
and though she tries with all her might
Her words still carry thunder.
The heart desires to pen of lovers
holding hands along the bay
or passionate play under the covers
and longing for one another to stay.
But the mind is cloudy
Her thoughts are rowdy
and sadness seems to reign
With ink stained hands
the horrors of this land
is what she ascertains
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