A poem about writing…kind of

And what of the power of words?

forged in our minds, sealed in ink

made physical the sins that we think

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It’s not unlike us to search for truth

even when bound, we find a way

to make timeless what we can’t say

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On paper it would seem

the pressure releases, slowly

and our pens touch all that is holy

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