let the ink pour

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pierce your soul

with a feathered quill.

rip meaning and structure

from its walls

and write.

o' my child write.

let the gift

given by the gods

coil you hand.

create sanctimonious scripture

in their name

and when your hand

fails you



let the ink pour

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