Dreams With Ink Stained Origins

I prefer to give life to my dreams

And expel them from my fingertips

Watching as they come to life on the page.

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The reader’s imagination becomes their very stage.

Twirling, growing, infinite possibilities as to how they’ll adapt.

I have no real way of knowing.

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My purpose is the creation of characters and story.

Their first breath begins when they land upon the page.

Inked words become a heartbeat.

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I love watching them escape from their creative cage.

So many exist within my mind

I can only hope to give them all a voice in time.

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Poetry and stories yet to be told,

Flowing through my veins

Their life renewed as well as my own.

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The words pulsate with every inky heartbeat

As paragraph breaks transform to cobblestone streets.

Excuse me now while I give them their winged feet.

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