Creation

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Ink courses through my veins

Words run from my lips

When you ask why I write

I say I do not write, I create. 

I conceive life through paper

And that life like me expresses all the emotions I have,

Though unlike me my creation's bones do not wither

For when my body is old & layed to rest

My creation will live 

And continue to express me. 

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