Write My Wrongs

I don't write the same anymore.​

The ink dries in a darker hue

of black than I remember.

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The page is coarse with loss-

fighting against the nib it

welcomed, time and time again.

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Words don't hold the same weight

They used to.

So much so

that they no longer settle and sit

in my hand.

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A pen without inspiration fails to cut shit.

I'll pick up the sword again,

If I have to.

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-Ridgeway Cole