choka
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Held between fingers
On this forsaken bleached sand,
To skin or paper
Your markings will not desist.
For you fulfill me,
And allow my expressions
To flow freely from your tip.
I'm all you'll ever need
If you cry I'll let you scream
If you thirst I'll leave you be
I don't do anything
But I'll always let you dream
For some this is hard to see
