Dust does not dull the pen
Though the ink may stutter,
Resisting first contact with the page,
But, like muscles cold from disuse,
It warms as the pen skips and flies
Until words flow as if never still.
October 2, 2017
Dust does not dull the pen
Though the ink may stutter,
Resisting first contact with the page,
But, like muscles cold from disuse,
It warms as the pen skips and flies
Until words flow as if never still.
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