This pen repeats.
Our names twinned;
Coupled in glorious ink, my pen repeats
A motif in red felt tip.
Heartprints on my fingers transferred
From page to life,
Like I could create love
Through repetition of a pen
And leave my fingerprints
On your heart.
My pen lies.
Tells me anything I want to know
And denies reality, and clarity
And truth.
I'd have it no other way.













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Wonderful work!
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"I'm still the optomist, though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream."
- Woe ~ Say Anything
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We were walking there
And I had tangles in my hair
But you made me feel so pretty.
You have shining eyes
Yes like those forest lights
And it makes me want to cry.
I love you.
-Eisley
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There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at without result.
Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.
Winston Churchill
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