The moment I squeezed my eyes, I sensed you. Yes! You were very much there. You probably were chained behind the translucence of my imagination where I could feel your sharpness. Unless you came absolutely close and sat behind my closed eyelids. Penetrating them, you sat on the nib of my pen and you didn’t surface until I scribbled you down a several hundred times and then I won you over and your sheen shone through my smile.
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The might of a sword..... The might of a pen. . . Great
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