Whatever the Pen Decides to Write
What to do!
Had I thought of this earlier
A massive headache would have been prevented.
Tick tock.
Error.
Violin playing in the background. And I dreamed of
Ernest Hemingway.
Rather odd. Still
The trees stand.
Had I only thought of this
Earlier.
Perhaps this is just to say
Everything I couldn’t.
No.
Do I dare?
Even
Cut a pear?
I very well may cut my finger.
Death.
Everything is
Silent.
Tick tock.
Once I lost a continent.
(Write it!)
Rise and fall and rise and fall again does my pen
I am nearing
The
End.
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