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Empty Pen

She sits there cradling
An empty pen
With a tear for the words
That escape her again

How did she come
To feel this way
What happened to the words
She once had to say

Could it be that
This pen grew cold
Where is the fire
That once was bold

Does she wait forever?
Will this feeling end?
Or is the last write
From an empty pen

~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-17-04


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