When writingA Poem by JesscribblesSometimes a fool this pen It's forceful desire to stain the white The untouched paper Yet like the tree it stole from It has a story to share though many do not care So in a scribble of blue A colour of calm it spirals out of control Overlapping it's tale Becoming darker and darker in it's conclusion It's end Till the blue appears black Mysterious in it's own way
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