Written

Scratch the point against the page
Scarring surface with memories
The soft flow of ink will come
Leaving a stain upon the run

Engraved deep within its face
The markings of our embrace
Note it down but don’t give pause
For this is what is the cause

Then while its purpose will have changed
Nothing will take its beauty away
A shift in direction is a need
The words of man sing with glee

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