my words were blocked,
constricted,
evaporating before collection.
It's a terrible thing
to be a writer who is
having difficulties writing.
The words came so
S
L
O
W
L
Y
.
Like scraping the dew
off of flower petals
with a toothpick
and trying to fill
a milk jug with the liquid.
Torture.
But then you reappeared -
words stream from me
like waterfalls.
I can't help it.
You unlock me.
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