My pen breaks
Onto the page.
Its obsidian liquid silk spilling out,
with the grace of ribbons and lace
dancing through idle winds.
Forming organic shapes,
it drops and rests,
sinking into permanent impression.
Mastery and cunning
give it vivid colour,
But the raw emotions
give it resplendent life.
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