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Nothing but it's ink inside It has no true meaning It has no life This ink flows freely As I set the tip to this blue-lined white top The black inked pen somehow comes to life It speaks for my heart, my soul, my thoughts Somehow every inch of me is revealed All through something held in my hand again It's my only way to speak freely ~Through a pen This pen holds nothing Nothing but my soul, nothing but my heart Then it speaks everything for me Everything that completes me and everything that tears me apart freedom, shared with one's self, is freedom to dominate the world, with love. amazing how powerful a pen could really be. baring your heart and soul and showing how you feel...giving life to paper. sometimes i think only my pen takes my heart seriously. PM3 |
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9/1/2008 7:33 am |
Is that your own? If yes, should consider publishing something like that  VASHALAN
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9/4/2008 1:51 am |
Mrex, Thank you for stopping by, Yes I write and all my work is original. As for publishing it, May be someday. Inshallah. PM3
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