Hmm can the pen really speak?
He thought
To hear the voice of my pen is on the peak?
I thought
A pen that goes on diet till the ink turns white
OK chill, my readers
Whom my looks are on
Without my eyes looking on her
Thou whose directions are hiddenly obvious
The river whose storm is great yet so calm
She is the blind mab who sees like a mirror
............... Hmm chameleon
No, I shouldn't say chameleon
Even the book of the Lord says
That her heart is aa crimson yet as snow
(smile) The optimist...
YOU ARE THE UNKNOWN
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