Ugh

by vincentvicari 
Ugh.
A Sunday morning.
Ugh.
It's cold.
Ugh.
I need to write.
Ugh.
Words? Where are they?
Ugh.
Frustration, uncaffeinated.
Ugh.
Creativity, struggling.
Ugh.
What is a poet withouth words?
Ugh. 
Simply put. 
Ugh.
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