She sits and wiats for a poem she knows she can't write.
Her thoughts aren't flowing, the pen isn't moving.
She just don't know,
her brain jumps from one thing to the next,
so fast the pictures are a blur.
What to write, what to write,
shes thinking so fast, she is getting a headache, she throws her hands up
and brings them down. It stops......there's nothing...........then she starts to write.
-Sossina
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