Lingering Imprints

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Nothing is set in stone,

Yet, those moments shone

As ink seeps into the paper,

Leaving blots that taper


Lingering imprints of the day,

But no words hold the same sway

If I could capture every nuance in your laughter,

I still wouldn't be able to fill the countless craters


I fear I'll lose you,

I fear I'll use those seconds as a bargaining chip

Just to be lauded for my writing prowess,

I'll cut up these emotions to fit into stupid rhymes


Do you feel the ache of being a writer, love?

It is a meticulous task of balancing emotion and wit

But I still do love being a writer,

Don't blame me, words never failed me.

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