Pen and Paper.

How foolish of me to think

That any other relationship could emulate

That of a pen and paper

That any ears would be able to catch

The whisper in me

As easily as the pages do

— Or that they’d want to

To think that any love could outlast

The permanence of the pen

With which I’d write about it

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