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Mon, 05/01/2017 - 18:52 -- ACME

What magic is it that ink on a page

captures words and emotions through each age?

What magic is it that my words

through pen and paper can be preserved?

What magic is it that my pen - black as it may be

Can produce words of passion that color even the dullest movie?

What a spectacle it is to behold

To read as stories unfold

It is magic to me, to be blessed in such a way

A way that will never never let words blow away

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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