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Writer's Block
 


the glare of
crisp white stock,
mocking as a mind
struggles to compose-

words fade on
pages distraught
as if ink diluted
into puddles -

turning a writer's
thoughts into pallid,
barely visible abstract-
devoid of all color.

(C) cvdeese
April, 2016

By The Realist

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