Hold your quill and caress it against the parchment As your thoughts run free like the ink on paper Endless inspiration from nowhere in particular A single word that gave rise to new knowledge ...
Silence that is in the unending darkness Call out to the void that slept a century With the pleas of the fallen still ringing in my ears The beat of my heart that stood out like a spectre ...
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