I found this one in my journal.
INK.
Nothing frustrates me more
Than when you’re about to sink
Into deep thoughts galore
And then you run out of
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I found this one in my journal.
INK.
Nothing frustrates me more
Than when you’re about to sink
Into deep thoughts galore
And then you run out of
BonjourPoetry 
Love this
I like that the reader finishes the poem. I tried to do a similar thing on Bird Poop Rainbow. Of course there, you have to substitute the word, and it isn’t given away in the title.