Sometimes I do not know,
My ink says to me
Are you talking to others or
Trying to get the message across to me.
Am I a translator of your thoughts into words
Or an mediator of your soul
Are the life bearings a lesson in my name
Or just a nameless ode
Is it being with you a reason to share
Or a mere corner to pour out your pain
Never mind, the ink tells me,
You have many things untold
As long as I am linked to you
The spirit of writings will continue to flow.
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