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Pen and Paper


Pen in hand.

Blank paper before me.

As my pen hits the paper, words begin to flow.

As if it were a river of language flowing from my mind to my hand; 

And onto the paper before me.

Words become sentences.

Sentences become paragraphs.

Paragraphs that becomes a story.

A story to be told.

In short: my story.

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atobe96
<p>A story writer tries their hand at poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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