Two Pens
A piece of blank paper
Two pens
A white
A black
Drawing lines
Straight and crooked
Circles and triangles.
Pens seem to fight
Now and then writing a letter
A comma an exclamation
More often a question
But no periods…
The pens are losing blood
The lines thinner and thinner
Pens seem to pause
There a full stop.
Ending the last chapter
Of the book of life.
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