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an ending that fits


The naked page glared at her,

over-erased words mocking,

empty whiteness leering.

She glowered down at the offending paper,

number two pencil drumming out

an angry beat on the wooden desk.

Frustration leaked from her eyes

as she tried with all her might

to find the right words.


- dawn

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