Deep memories creased in the palmss of my hands
feed by ink from this pen
This is what you read
Don't blink invisible ink will disappear like memories lost
Gone are the lines I write these words on
Gone is the pen and ink I used to wright these words
Gone are my hands I used to hold the pen to wright these words
Gone are my palms creased with memories
No memories to hold on to
1/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee
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