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What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
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