Mar 24, 2013
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I turn the first page of a book,
A pen ready with ink, by my side,
I’m ready now, for a look,
Into the place, where my sins reside,

With one stroke my pen does impart,
Something soulful, a light, a spark,

And now I am ready to pour,
A cup full of black lead,
Upon my white page, I mentioned before
But all these thoughts got caught in my head.


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