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Nov 2014
the pen
everyday
I find myself
sitting on a floor
with the pen pinched
at each end
between my two thumbs

but,
for whichever reason
it never quite
disappears
Tired Colors
Written by
Tired Colors  Brooklyn, New York
(Brooklyn, New York)   
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