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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Still was the ink, and I stared into the black liquid to create Looking in it I saw a thousand memories, a few smiles, yet a huge volume of sorrow Dipping the sharp steel end of my pen into it, I felt a few tears reach my lip, salty bitter taste Dreams fell, and hope lost itself in my infinite memory, all lost in tomorrow As I piece my soul back together I see the unknown come to life I run again, I run to hide from all my trouble, yet I run face to face into strife Will the ink dry to fast, as to impede me from delivering my message I write, I weep unto an empty piece of papyrus and I see not a message Men seem to desire, yet have nothing to with aquire The music flows in the open air, and still is the moral thougth by the chorus I seeketh a true pen, a true companion to my inner poet, a pen to admire Soft, gently running onto my papyrus Kissing each word onto my papyrus, and speaking by my hand Alone I find a wish once wished by my heart long ago and I write Will it be true, my wish come to me as I have come to you ever so right I ran, an empty piece of paper followed, no message to be found, falling then I to the sand I wrote with my finger, yet the wind swept soft the sand again no message there Am I to be blocked unto this reality where one can not write, its not fair See in my eyes, a powerful poem demands to be read The ink dried, my message froze still, my pen was dead
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