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Feb 2021
I bite my nails to paint the letters red
Calligraphy ******* compare to delicate craft such as this
Fingers, like burning candles, shorten by hours
Everyone has a count of their uses
Long has passed since I touched the paper with passion
Since I carressed it with eyes and poured my potential
Do I even have some left?
Or did the stream end long time ago?
Or I'm just digging at the old river bed?
Eola
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