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Writers Block
I turned the corner
and there it was!
a row of houses
each filled with imagination
I scribbled down the street
held by a free-hand –
a life of permanence
unable to erase memories
I skipped up the steps
only to discover a...
and there it was!
a row of houses
each filled with imagination
I scribbled down the street
held by a free-hand –
a life of permanence
unable to erase memories
I skipped up the steps
only to discover a...
