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Jun 7
Ink
I watched my name
emerge from my pen.
It seemed strange
that there was so much ink
left at the end
of my letter.  

I watched my name
emerge from my pen.
So much ink
left at the end.

My name emerged.
So much ink
left at the end.

My name emerged.
So much ink.
Caught myself.
Steve Page
Written by
Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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