by ElliotPhaber

Created on: April 03, 2010   Last Updated: April 05, 2010

I love when these words flow from hand to pencil to paper.

The words flow through my veins and over to my hands.

From there, the pencil and paper become beautiful.

Although I question the words when they are in my body,

I question nothing when the reach their ultimate destination.

Someone once said that pencil and paper are part of the body,

And now today, I believe their words more than anything else.

Without the pencil and paper, I fear that I am nothing human,

So I continue to write with these extra body parts

Because these words will still be here when I no longer remain.

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