a book of useless poetry

the pen that wrote it all

Theses poems wouldn't exist without my good friend.
His name is paper and he loves his boyfriend pen.
The ill lit room not a window in sight.
Time passing by no indication of day or night.
The paper and pen talk their share of conversations.
Mainly what's simple like their main occupations.
Thought the two do nothing wrong or have ever been the cause any stressful situation.
They still get their fair share of separation.
I've tried different papers and different pens with each other.
But the two don't work unless their together like brother and brother.
And I'm fine with the two.
They do as they please to do.
The same days and same nights.
Seem to be shortened for the nicer things and their rights

(The theme is pretty obvious)
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