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The pure power of scribbled scratches-

Eclipsed only by their limitless limitations.

 

Inadequacies of ink cloud expressions of the mind

Almost as much as the heavings of the heart.

Time takers’ lined papers piece together puzzles of thought

Deciphered by other puzzled people.

 

Magical mirrors of feeling

Bestow dimly lit reflections;

Wanderers whittle fragile fragments

Having such vast morsels of meaning.

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