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Published: 2013-02-01 11:01:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 246; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 1
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I used to wonder how awful it would be to have no words.But now they have dripped dripped dripped out of my fingertips
and through his spine;
and all the metaphors about enjambment and autumn are gone;
and all I have left is the same old poetry
that I was never any good at.
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Niteshifter [2013-02-11 16:45:41 +0000 UTC]
I'm vaguely curious as the what my spine has to do with writers block but feel free to demonstrate any time.
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