- InnieMom
Writers Block: Free Write
Stolen
The words
from my fingertips
Pressed to dry
between pages
Dehydrated
of their power
Fragile and weightless
My fingers, hover
defeated
My tongue, poised
to speak
With nothing left
to say
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