The fulfillment of my pen’s dreams lies inside my fingers
Waiting to spill its blood on the virgin white of the tree’s shed skin
1001 unanswered situations lie waiting at the gate ready to attack
With knives made out of sharp thoughts that have been dulled by time’s lazy hand
What words will walk out with their skeletons and put on the flesh of new life
Joining with other comrades to create a city of interconnecting landscapes
Revealing several different worlds awaiting to be discovered by the adventures explorer
Strolling the parted sea of pages in the corridors of cash and loan.
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