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Feb 2019
her fingers ran like ink across my skin
never ceasing to keep flowing
we wrote our own stories

but one day she left
and she took our pen with her
ceasing me from ever wanting
to write stories again
Izzy Krompack
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Izzy Krompack  United States
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