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The Aspiring Pen He was locked in, Never before holding enough grace of a…

The Aspiring Pen



He was locked in,
Never before holding enough grace of a hope to hone the road ahead
Now, he could sense that white flame of inspire, as he took his first sure steps
A will of a steady heart
And a long seamline of thoughts due for their use for what they packing
This be one small step for the gifted,
But one large leap for the aspiring pen