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Blocked
Immaculate Like virgin snow Untouched By human hands Or pen. I stare At the stark white sheet Where are the words Not a clue No words in my head Words Like bricks Tumbling out of A muddled mind Building structures Tarnishing The white carpet Beneath. But hey! What's this A page full of words Forming a pattern Coming from within Gracing the chaste white paper I am blocked No more.
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