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List of Twelve
Musty paper edges
cutting dangerous streaks
Library homes of cats
with all their broken feats
The couches are all
rugged
From days and
days of use
Sunlight stole the color
from the boards and boards of news
If only there were pens
to be rented from the desk
The ink would be made
of raspberries and juice
We’d sit down to write
a goal of a thousand words
Long evenings with the rented
raspberry fountain pens
Little do you know,
ninety times we sat here till our goal was met
The proof of it used to sit in front of me
on this desk that I’m signing
with a raspberry fountain pen

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I was in my creative writing class, trying to think of something to write for my List of Twelve assignment. It just hit me as I kept writing and I saw everything I was writing and everything I wanted to experience. It was pretty sick, honestly.