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A Craving for Writer's Block
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I slaver with anticipation
as your taunts fly past
let me grapple you
while your fangs pierce
and vilest venom spreads
numb my soul and mind
let me scream and cringe
agonise upon this page
let blankness reign supreme
slay this potent pen
for all of eternity
make your emptiness pristine
hover around my carcass
you scavenging vultur...
Saturday 29th January 2011 11:08 pm
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