You glue yourself to pages you've covered
with your own name, over and over again,
so desperately trying to fill every last space
until there is nothing but smudged black ink
and bizarre face to be seen
if only you had the imagination
to understand.
"That pen will run out eventually, you know that."
"Do I care? I wont give up, not before - "
"Before what?"
"That, old friend, is for me to know."
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