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Everybody has a reason for what they write, it's connected to how a person thinks. I don't really think of what I write, I put pen to paper and let the ink dance, it's easier. How it ends up is never my choice, enjoy.
Submitted:Dec 18, 2012 Reads: 5 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
The new adventure at your fingertips,
Pen to paper,
A battle of speed on your physical plain.
The tip dances,
A solo of courage upon the snow.
Everyday a different dance,
Between these two puppets.
His face forming,
A warrior from the heart.
Those features fall into place,
Creating life.
A life,
My life.
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