Paradox

none so powerful have I received as this gift of dancing ink what wounds have healed what tears have dried as words carry my heart's pain to the page where it remains imprisoned each night I stare into darkness afraid to close my eyes should morning reveal my pen depleted... none so powerful have I received as this curse of restless ink what wounds renewed what tears spill fresh as words fill my heart with pain immortalized on the page each night I stare into darkness afraid to close my eyes should morning reveal my pen refilled...

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