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The Words

It used to be the words  dripped off my pen like honey, now it seems they're only  in it for the money, They come and go  as they please, proving to be no more  than a tease, At times they'll  disturb my sleep, coming on in torrents that  appear too deep, Moved by the fear that  I may drown, I reach for a pen to  write them down, Then I get the feeling that  they're only using me, waking me from my sleep  to set them free.