The Pen is Mightier

I pour my memories through this pen

Climbing down the lines and margins

The maturing letters bond and stretch

 They burn my eyes with their truth

Fresh paper loses its virginity

When thoughts become written word

They stain and press themselves

Like gravel into a knee

The fibers scream and beg

Pulling apart, coming undone

 The ink comes to the surface

 Bright and vibrant and new

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