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The moment the black ink
escaped my fine point pen
and leaked onto the crisp sheet
of paper at my fingertips
I knew I would be a writer.
Words were really the only thing that ever made sense to me.
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ReBelleYell95
Aug 23, 2015 11:13PM
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Day & Night
A short story/myth of why the sun rises and sets. Prompt from Facebook.