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The Smell of Writer’s Block

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It carries an aroma









of ink










and pencil sharpenings.




















Like paper










and eraser.






















Like an old,










crusty dictionary









lying open on my floor.




















Like an overheated lamp






hanging over my head









and the pillow









I lay my face in









when nothing comes.





















Like the crowded









dusty bookshelves









I turn to for advice









And bury my nose









in each one










searching for my muse.





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