Words

Location

Inside my head is

A fountain pen

So I put my thoughts

On paper

 

A fountain pen

Of my inky thoughts,

Bottled in the well of

My mind

 

But sometimes the ink

Overflows the well

Until the pen creates a mess

Instead of

Magic

 

But if my inky thoughts

Are put on paper

At least they won’t be

Inside my head.

 

Instead they can be

Something.

 

Beautiful.

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