Three Barren Cinquains
Cinquains
Precious saviours
When I can’t write anymore
When my mind is empty and dry
Why why?
Why why?
I love writing
Why don’t ideas flow?
I just stare at the screen, barren
Broken
Broken
No ideas at all
Just this nonsense here
Enough now, time for me to go
No no
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