Pencil

Transparent gazes flood my view, people talking old and new...people talking, seen not heard...the vacated...

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Tell me if it's possible to give you life without this sorrow,or even without this cloro-...

Pen

Baby hood is like writing with a crayon, permanent but illegible.
Childhood is like...

The paper was empty,
Longing to be used,
Praying a pen would touch,
Describing the...