Crumpled up papers
overflowing the trash can.
The smell of stale coffee,
and the sound of silence
echoing trials and errors.
Pens out of ink,
scattered ideas on scattered papers.
Brainstorming
for that one idea to come to mind.
An aroma of whiteout and takeout,
overpowering.
Searching for something
inspiring,
to break down these walls.
Writer's block.
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