Saving Paper

Closest romance, yet empty page.
To express it all, takes longer to write
than the growth of the Californian Redwoods.
Try I won’t.
For language suffocates in mind
When dusty films roll and nostalgia presides.
I smile, leave my workspace
And my pen, yearning to touch it’s lover,
the paper.

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