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Ink Reincarnation

My pen has been reborn
In flames of colours.
They burn,
And the air does justice to the ashes
Of my paper flakes.

My pen has been seen
In another scene,
Flapping like a quill
And excreting inks
Of words on paper flakes.

Don’t say my pen is a wraith
As it glimmers and whispers
Upon your weakened faith.
And if my pen give up the ghost
It shall come back to be your host.

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