The pen felt so guilty
For the ink got inside
So it walked and walked
On the thin gray lines
Of white paper deserts
Tired thirsty starving
Till it fell lifeless
Feeling no sad at all
Cause it just freed
Some body else
From it's jail
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Beautiful imagery! it walked and walked on the thin gray lines of white paper deserts Tired thirsty starving Till it fell lifeless Feeling no sad at all Cause it just freed Somebody else From its jail