To Be
What ever you express in me is always dark.
I care not of your symbols or words.
Guide me to make your mark.
For your inner voice to be heard.
My resolve is precise and to the point.
Your meanings are dull through neglect.
Articulate me between your joints.
Erase me from your memory, trying to correct.
I linger on, I remain through the smear and the smudge.
Take me any position, tell me what you think
best for me to refrain, let you be the judge.
So whats your decision, me or the ink.
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