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david mitchell Jan 2017
His mother's gift was not desirable.
All that he really wanted,
Was something soft,
Something short,
Something sweet,
Something that wouldn't make his nose bleed.
david mitchell Jan 2017
Now, I've heard of writer's block.
But is there such a thing as thinker's block?
Creative thoughts and habits have suddenly stopped.
Past securities and emotional bombs have been dropped.
Now all my thoughts have stopped, everything has stopped, as if blocked.
david mitchell Jan 2017
Black are the eyes,
Brutal are the kin,
Blind are the unwise and
Bruised is the skin

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