Staring at the blank page
Empty and begging for my help
It needs words to make it blossom
Words require thought to bloom
Thought requires sleep which maybe I should try sometime
You can't force these things to happen
But have that pen handy at all times
Because as soon as my lids close the thought will jump into my head and to the page I must go quickly
Staring at the blank page
Damn...
What the hell was I going to write?
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