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Seldom thoughts flow these days Caught, up in the inky tar and the off-white pages with their lines, black lines separating word from word line from line thought from liquid reality. Or some reality, For words unwritten and thoughts unchecked. Lacking color and opacity, Failure to communicate that type block iceberg.
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:19 AM UTC
Writer's Block
Seldom thoughts flow these days Caught, up in the inky tar and the off-white pages with their lines, black lines separating word from word line from line thought from liquid reality. Or some reality, For words unwritten and thoughts unchecked. Lacking color and opacity, Failure to communicate that type block iceberg.
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:19 AM UTC
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