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Writers Block
Opening and closing the curtains.
Looking outside, then back to my paper.
Silence.
Then tearing sounds.
The curtains scraping the screen.
I opened the window to help me think.
But the muggy heat is tearing me up.
So I hide in the shower.
Standing still, water flows.
An inkling comes to mind.
The shampoo slips from my hand.
I try to hold on.
But it’s gone.
Trudging back to my desk.
My hair is wet from the shower.
But the water quickly evaporates.
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Angelica Tao
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