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Jan 2020
No music but the pen won't stop taking the hand for a dance on the stage

No tides, the halcyon has come to brood but the ink won't stop flowing over the banks

No noise but the empty canvass won't stop shouting at the painter to smear his paints and quit dilly-dallying
Drippy pen
Written by
Danny  18/M/Never-never land
(18/M/Never-never land)   
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