Pen Poem by Caitlin Taylor

Pen



My pen lives;
Breathing, seeing, singing.
Whose pulse turns chicken scratch into inspiration.
Only my pen has the power to chase the tears away.
Don't stop writing,
Don't ever stop writing.

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Caitlin Taylor

Caitlin Taylor

Baltimore, Maryland
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