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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.
Written by ursa
Published
Author's Note
instead of writing I wrote this
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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