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Nigrify
October 9, 2011
I was told to write for you.
You pried at my nimble fingers,
hoping for a words formed into a cliché way of saying how wonderful you are to me.
I sat for hours trying to write something meaningful enough,
but I was stuck, hopelessly waiting for a bubble of emotion to come pouring out of my pen.
Instead, when I put the pen on the soft paper,
nothing but black, shiny ink came out.
No words, no emotions,
just ink.
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