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Creativity by Tiffany Little
Pounding head . . .
my brain tearing
For just one shred
of inspiration.
Frustrated.
my fists beating
on this dum block
that stops me.
Not going any where.
My flow slowing
Nothing new is
Ever gunna grow.
STOPPED!
In my tracks,
Though I rack
My tiny mind.
Just cant find the . . . .
Light?
Where's the match?
Start the burning
Stop this yearning.
HELP me find my creativity.
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