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When a pen's point touches paper, The ink spreads out, The page bends around your words, As you mark the page forever. With computers, every word is written, Removed, And rewritten. With a tap you can delete Your words, Your mistakes, Your regrets, Everything. But you can never take back ink. The drop can never go back into the pen. The paper will never again be white Or perfectly smooth again. You can't delete pen.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
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When a pen's point touches paper, The ink spreads out, The page bends around your words, As you mark the page forever. With computers, every word is written, Removed, And rewritten. With a tap you can delete Your words, Your mistakes, Your regrets, Everything. But you can never take back ink. The drop can never go back into the pen. The paper will never again be white Or perfectly smooth again. You can't delete pen.
ironically, i must have rewritten and deleted half of these words half a dozen times before posting this. go figure.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
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