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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Lines of poetry

Fly through my head.

As I lie here

In my warm bed.

 

I reach for them

Like a drowning man reaches for air.

They are my salvation.

Without them, hope is not there.

 

My words are

My angel.

Keeping me from sinking

To the depths of Hell.

 

I grasp the arms

Of my strong angel

Saving me from

The depths of Hell.

 

He holds me tight

And comforts me.

My soul is calmed

And I am content to let it be.

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