I used to write a lot of poetry when i was younger, call it teenage angst or whatever, but i never had any feedback on any of my stuff. I have recently started writing again and wanted to know what people thought.
Ink Quickly the ink spreads, running across the pages. Making sense within their lines, keeping records through the ages. Each dotted line and scratched out cross as important as the other, To fill the tomes with thoughts and dreams, from cover through to cover. Entire lives and moments can be caught and stored within these bindings, Academics throughout time had a way to save their findings. Memories forever saved, safe, never to be forgotten, As the lines live on, you can always see, the paths that you have trodden.
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