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Writer's Block
Be it the death
of the writer
with pieces unwritten
the ego does suffer.
Words beg to be woven
in the heart of the reader
dance with their breath
pause moments;
linger.
The writer still seated,
another short whisky, please!
Eyes locked on paper
neat, white and clean.
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