strength passed from hand to hand
coveted by old school writers
loved by wandering poets
she seeks me out
in troubled times
to scribble madly
across the page
looking for a meaning
to all the madness
looking for a reason
for all the sorrow
spilling my ink
along with her tears
day after day
in sun so bright
night after night
in her hunt for the moon
and all the sensibility it brings
(write)
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