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    The poem describes the power of writing with a pen to immortalize one's thoughts and create other worlds and dimensions through words on a page. It suggests writing allows one to shape or escape reality and that a lifetime could be spent crafting words, with one's writing living on even after death through the words left behind on the page.

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    The poem describes the power of writing with a pen to immortalize one's thoughts and create other worlds and dimensions through words on a page. It suggests writing allows one to shape or escape reality and that a lifetime could be spent crafting words, with one's writing living on even after death through the words left behind on the page.

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    Pens Ink Infinite

    Chelsey Ergle

    Thousands of words flow from the pens ink

    Without even as much as a blink

    Thoughts immortal

    Just like an indefinite portal

    I can fake the world around me

    Might be the way I flee

    The sun creates a whole other dimension

    The one I created, enough to mention

    Young and moveable

    My life will be usable

    Writing will be the way

    But that can take all day

    The words are yours to have, or maybe to have not

    The afternoon sun calls my death

    And my last breath,

    Man of few words but expression infinite

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