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Erase a line, then write another one
The completely white page
minatory to the
writer's conscious.

You type anything,
to get that obnoxious blinking cursor
moving.

Your mood shifts from irritable
to tempestuous.
Ready to obliterate the piece of technology
impulsively dump the now cold coffee
on the unused keyboard
to be able to finish anything
before your body decays and turns brittle
would be paradise
to the
literary
soul.