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Charlotte LeBlanc


This pen that I love
is but a tool of my trade
worth far less than any kind
of paper or plastic combined
yet in my dreams I find
a release more potent and sublime,
than all chemical trips combined.
So I soar above
the world I that I know,
unafraid to fall
into reality or out of imagination.
The thrill of it all
undoes resolve.
Chasing these illusive, unsaid arts...
this is how living starts.