This Pen
This Pen, sits within my hand
Poised above a sea of white
Whose blue line waves
Crave the attention of blackend Ink
The pen a vessel for my mind
An escape into the open world
For the voice which cannot be voiced
And the ideas which cannot be thought
It is the creator of a fantasy
The delivery of all that cannot be
And in this pen lies my salvation
The pen is my tool, the idea my life
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