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May 2015
Ah, but do you want to know my secret?
I draw with cold and unbeautiful silver,

& it comes out red.


Oh?  You want to hear a story?
I wanted to write exactly how I felt,
But I left the page,

                        b l a n k.


And I couldn’t have described,

                    It any better,
                than that.
I found this in the lost pages of my rotted notebook,
thought it might find a place to belong here now.

© copywrited.
Written by
Skaidrum  The Basalisk's Chambers
(The Basalisk's Chambers)   
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