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Pen Alive
It was as though an artery were struck.
My pen began to bleed.
But what if all I had was a pencil right? (no ink)
or paintbrush?
or crayon?
It's good I had a grip on my pen.
This ink is quite smooth.
Writing with it slows the transgression of thought.
Slower than typing as I catch up with my thoughts.
Slower than thinking as my writing falls behind, and
so a thought can escape
quicker than even innocence can
to ask
'What would strike a pen
in such a twisted way
that it would bleed the blood
of woman or man?
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