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09/07/01
Squiggles
Inky dreams
Of darkness
Beautiful despair
Elegant and sinful
Pen on paper
Slipping
Scratching
Gel
I move my hand
And somehow
A pen leaks onto a dead tree
And makes squiggles.
I look at the squiggles
And see "words", "letters"
But in truth
Truth
It is a leaky pen
Making squiggles.
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