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The Writing Dead

I fear the day the ink of imagination runs dry

And memories conspire not to comply 

For that is when I must die.

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A wayward thinker hiding behind the facade of necessary courtesies

6 thoughts on “The Writing Dead

    1. That is the sweetest thing to say. Thank you! 🙂 I started writing regularly only after starting this blog, and now I can’t imagine not doing it! I’d be miserable if one day I woke up and realised I have nothing more to write about. So I certainly hope you’re right 😀

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