Give me a pen, and I shall write
about a million things and life
about incomplete friendships and
the magic of your smile
the twisting, turning tales
of time
of senseless poems
and bewildering lines
of whiskey and cigarettes on a tall balcony
that made me king for the night
and childhood memories of innocent delights
about an inky blue ocean and starlit skies
Give me a pen, and I shall write
Or at least I’ll try
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