Writer's Block (I)

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I'm trying to write meaning into my words,
But nothing flows free from my streamline mind.

I can't find the rhythm;
I can't find a rhyme.
Just a jumble of lines,
Falling flat on their face.

The once graceful letters,
Now clumsy blots.
I think it would be best
To just stop.

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