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Caffeine withdrawl, and writers block

My muse is caffeine deprived and wilting
like an unwatered tiger lily, drooping,
slumped against my writers block
with a massive headache and cramped fingers
leaving me sitting, glaring, at the screen
and casting dark looks at an empty green box
nestled among aluminum cans in the trash.
Inside, my muse cries out for Mountain Dew,
and a stab of pain in my temples makes me curse.
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