for words to tumble out
of a writer's mind onto a blank page,
and make sense beyond the writer's
petty obsession with mere words
the right words sometimes
get stuck in between writing
and thinking about writing,
and often, gleaming words,
spring out of the mind,
when it is impossible to write
like when showring or eating
or making out with a woman
the writer does not like
it can be tough,
a writer's life,
for one moment one is writing
but once done, the void
deepens
as the next poem or story
beckons
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