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I got nothing.
Not a sentence.
Not a phrase.
Not even a freaking word.
I have read three books.
Written zero reviews.
I have attempted to write
But I’ve got nothing.
Changed sceneries
Cleaned my desk
Forced inspiration
From the depths
Of my despair –
not despair.
All I want to do
Is read.
Not write.
Not think.
I’m sorry.  
Not because
I haven’t written.
Not because
I refused to.
It’s because
I can’t. 
I hope to be back by August. 

I’m just experiencing some creative difficulties.