Picking at the obelisk I call Writers block.A Poem by SkibWriters block at 4:18am. I believe it is time to logout :pSometimes, try as I may inevitably comes a day like today when I stare at the screen whilst fingers brush key's how I do hate days like these Where has my brain gone? stolen and void? I can think of nothing but this nostalgic annoyed Rest may be well needed but what is one to do when one's love for the beautiful written word is beyond social curfew
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StatsAuthorSkibLondon, Self-Belief, United KingdomAbout"A slave to the manipulation of the written word"-Me. Welcoming and humble and sometimes a little too honest. more..Writing
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