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We Write
With pens and inkwells
We write love
Stories in the night,
Tapping and tracing
Letters and words
On naked skin,
Looking for the rhythm
And the rhyme,
Sometimes chapters
End before the novel starts,
Leaving hearts shaken
And broken
Until we try to re-write,
To write again,
Some pick up their
Inkwells or their pens
And say fuck writing
And take up the guitar.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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