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  • rose-ink
  • Apr 27, 2023
  • 1 min read

A way to feel is like a story to tell

And warm lattes don't listen so well

A friend is best, but a notebook is fine

They don't say much but they do have lines


I tap my pen while the music plays

Waiting for an end to these sulky days

I turn the page to write again

A brand new story for my notebook friend



 
 
 

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