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The Lost Pen
Consumed within my writing,
devoured in the verse
A sacrificial empty draft,
waiting for the hearse
Buried just below the line,
a dead unwritten verb
A victim of tomorrow,
-whose pen has lost its nerve
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
devoured in the verse
A sacrificial empty draft,
waiting for the hearse
Buried just below the line,
a dead unwritten verb
A victim of tomorrow,
-whose pen has lost its nerve
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
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The Lost Pen
The Lost Pen
