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  • thoughtengineer 75w

    Turn that Burns

    In a silent depth, the quill clefts
    with the nib... This page,
    almost hurts in its turning. Theres a burning with it, hotter than the midnight oil, kindling to the side.
    The sigh of relief is heard in its revolution. The book at least, remains open, this story, at least, like that tinder, musnt end here with the tears that started this quieting narrative...The author, must continue with the pinion.