I feel like a pen
You use me and use me until I run out
Without a doubt
And then you throw me away
With only my body left to decay
YOU ARE READING
🅑🅛🅐🅒🅚 🅐🅝🅓 🅦🅗🅘🅣🅔
Poetryтнε sмιℓε ση мү ғαcε ωιℓℓ נυsт gσ αωαү σηε ∂αү, ιт ιsη'т нαя∂ тσ ωαsн σғғ ραιηт
