Answering Questions 2


Quotation marks upon a page
Written by a transparent pen
That lends its final drops of ink
And becomes useless, and so must be binned.

Something from apparent nothing-ness!
Forty percent ends forty days of barren-ness.

Too harsh a word, those days were fun!

But nothing new was written, done.
Black-biro words did not suffice,
Pages too short to be right.

But oh! those days and wow, those nights!
I throw the empty pen, it hits the bin, ends its life.

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