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I am but a piece, created from a strip of bark

Crumpled by your hands, smoothed out again

Your thoughts, played over and over

My essence lacks emotion, and yet, I

Am able to feel the passion that flows

From your fingertips, through the pen, to me

A single sheet of paper, waiting, watching

As you bring me to life with every stroke

With every sigh, with every bit of your soul.


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