The Pen

The pen, it thrives inspiration. Channelling thoughts; emotions of my being. For if I don't feel it the pen can not write it. The pen writes so only I understand. I am the master; it the slave... A slave to my heart like fingers to a hand. The pen is my friend. The pen is my guide. For the pen speaks my soul.

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