pen in hand
but nothing
comes to mind
I cannot scribble
a single word
or even really
make a rhyme
There's poetry running
through my heart;
it runs right through
my veins
and yet when the time comes
to write it down
the page is still blank
the emptiness remains
This is a problem.
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