Late Night Thoughts
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Late Night Thoughts by @AdamGleek1
All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2017.
I can't sleep, the pen in my hand
Makes me skin itch with the desire
To create a whole new world, ink
Floods the page, introducing a
New era, timeless and bold, to never
Yellow with age. I must break old
Habits, quenching within me a great fire.
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