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Nov 2017
When attempting to write with paper and ink,
try as I might, I can't seem to think
of the things I've been meaning to write about
the way that I can when I'm typing them out.

A pen in my hand, I huff and I puff
as I try to come up with some read-worthy stuff.
But nothing inspires; the page is pristine:
I don't have this trouble when I'm facing a screen.

I've tried and I've tried but the words do not flow
till my hands feel the grid of the keyboard below.
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mlk  F
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