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An Ink That Stains In A Pen That Rusts

I do not want to write about you
Writing about you wastes my words
And define boundaries
In an otherwise infinite world
Full of infinite possibilities
I do not want to write about you
My written word stains
The paper where my ink blots
And words penned take on meanings
That was otherwise not thought
Let my words rest in peace
Let my worlds survive.

8th of May 2007

From Life in a Multiverse

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