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Nov 2011
Yesterday
I began to write
My story.
I grabbed a pencil
And drew the lines
That formed the words
To tell my tale.
A detailed history
From past to present.
Copied onto a sheet
Of the finest paper.
A paper so inspiring
By its emptiness.
Its perfectness.
Its crispness.
I wrote lightly
At first.
Terrified if I
Pressed too hard
The inspiration
Would be lost.
But the writing
Was too dull.
The faint markings
Needed to be darkened
And thickened.
So with each chapter
I added
I pressed the pencil
Harder
And harder
To the paper.
Making the words
Permanently etched.
My heart and soul
Were poured into those words
Through that pencil.
Iā€™m going to write
Everyday
Until my story
Is done.
I only started yesterday
And the chapters
Are quickly adding up.
I have twenty-six
So far.
I wonder how many
I can add
Today.
Corine Renee
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