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Jul 2016
My hand hovers over the paper.
I twist and flip the pencil in my hand.
My mind swims in images and words.
Colours and thoughts.

*but the paper remains blank
It's just frustrating to have a block, especially when you want so badly to put something on the paper! ):
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