Pencil And Paper
As my pencil becomes dull
The more I write
I have decided that I need
A ball point pen
To keep my words in sight
The paper becoming more full
Of words that mean something
A paper becoming more scattered and scratched
The words meaning nothing
But something from nothing
If these words meant nothing
Why are these "something" words so many?
But where nothing became something
This something came from
A pencil and a piece of paper
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