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The quill.
The pen.
The typewriter.
The keyboard.
The writing.
I’ve missed the writing;
Blurring the days and the nights together,
Leaving your tone anything but biting.
Chapters to unwind,
Poetry to clear the mind.
Little stuff here and there…
Mindless little words,
floating through the air,
Winding through your hair,
Not giving a care.
The quill.
The pen.
The typewriter.
The keyboard.
The writing.
I’m getting back into the writing.