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An eager cursor blinking,
Is the only movement in a dark room
Lit solely by the unforgiving brightness from a computer screen
Its constant flutter exceeds my tired heartbeat
As pixels warp and jump freely before my eyes
Taunting me to close them for the night.
And with every failed attempt at an idea or a metaphor
Writer's block tightens its rusty clamp
Around the delicate petals of creativity

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