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I have so much to write about yet nothing to write. My fingers yearn for the feeling of the keyboard of an ebony pen yet my mind does not deliver. Like a misfire, like a limb long since missing writing has become a foreign name I can only remember.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
phantom pen
I have so much to write about yet nothing to write. My fingers yearn for the feeling of the keyboard of an ebony pen yet my mind does not deliver. Like a misfire, like a limb long since missing writing has become a foreign name I can only remember.
raquel-butler
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
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