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A Pen And A Faceless Girl
A Pen And A Faceless Girl
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Words spun at her mercy
Like flowers around vines,
They longed to be
Pieced together,
Dovetailed into a crown
That would adorn her,
Embellishing,
Augmenting her being.
Words flowed like rivulets
In the valley of her conscience.
She befriended them.
Basked in their sheer beauty.
She was the enchantress.
Her words,
Magic!
