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What I Wrote When The Words Didn’t Flow

As the cursor sings mockingly: write, write, write.

You gaze out the window, watching the clouds form patterns with ease.

I’ll create daily, you said yet here you are doing everything but.

You sip on caffeine, hope the jolt will stir up your soul.

I think I’ll write on writing, reflect on how not to.

You took a walk and hoped the fresh air will create clarity.

The birds chirp in merrily: write, write, write.

You set the timer but spent hours reading how-tos.

You start to type but jump at the ring of the phone.

When your eyes were filled with sleep, but you had a promise to keep.

This is what you wrote when the words did not flow.

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