The Divit Pen...

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When the pen in the hand no longer writes
The sorrow of the void fills the soul
The heart yearns for the words it had once felt
And the pain of despair grips the heart at the seams

The hopes and the dreams that still fill the hand
Demant to take action
Unable to find their safe place in the written pages
Scream and demand the pen to continue

Suddenly the Divit pen makes all the difference
It shines indescribable light throught the heart
Releasing the sorrows and inspiration within it
Allowing the heart to create once more...

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