The Pen and Paper
The pen came down
on the crushed fiber
Blood stained paper
became a red foliage dried by sunbeams
Thoughts filled the syringe
until death could write no more
The final dropped released
with the last breath of life
Sorrow was cast through a scattered book
of lost love for all to read
stained words and memories
forever lay in a library that only one holds the key
...the writer
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