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∴

it is the past
that has penned this day.

with punctuated
dits and dash
and coding what’s to come.

i am dispelled.

it has found me in the lines,

repeated
over
and again –

echoes etched in endless scroll –

unrelenting pen.

 

i have said these words
before.

 

through countless letters,
ever sending,
bleeding inks
and turning leaves
i write to write
a happy ending.

∴

 

 

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