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Submitted:Jun 13, 2012 Reads: 2 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
When Writing
What an immeasurable pleasure
To dabble in creation at leisure
To play with minute subtlety
And dance with nuance delicately
As seconds are recorded in hours
And time loses all her powers
Ink engraves infinity
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