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I acquired an old typewriter today, Someone was just giving it away; All the letters it must have written— what love stories it's told... I can now write the stories I see, All the letters sit perfect in front of me, But the ink dries more with each second gone by; Write, ****** Write! I can't (sigh).
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Dry Ink
I acquired an old typewriter today, Someone was just giving it away; All the letters it must have written— what love stories it's told... I can now write the stories I see, All the letters sit perfect in front of me, But the ink dries more with each second gone by; Write, ****** Write! I can't (sigh).
For those times when the words won't flow onto the page.
#love#time#story#writing#old#letter#typewriter
david-leger
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david-leger
21/M/Canadian
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
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