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Feb 2020
Pen
They called my pen tearful.
Like a melancholy dream.

but what they don't know is that


they weren't tears.





They were wounds.










I just drew them in ink.
It's been a long February.
Written by
Sythin Voxe  27/F/Denver, CO
(27/F/Denver, CO)   
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