Parchement
On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak
On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts
On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions
On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing
On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see
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