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Shadows Fade
I sit waiting,
pencil poised
for profound thoughts
to flow.
A shadow, still momentarily,
follows every movement
in anticipation;
but no ideas come.
Words elude me.
My mind a vast void
full of darkness,
no pictures.
Only the incessant ticking
of a clock breaks through.
The pencil drops
the shadow disappears.
The page quite
left without a voice.
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