Mind sets
It's a night with that romantic mindset that
that brings pen and paper together,
the pen teases the paper with little kisses.
Sometimes it will give rough kisses,
digging into the paper.
Oh yes this night will leave marks for the world to see,
marks that will only dissipate when the paper itself
collapses from the weight of time and the anger it has seen.
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