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Ink
Quickly the ink spreads, running across the pages.
Making sense within their lines, keeping records through the ages.
Each dotted line and scratched out cross as important as the other,
To fill the tomes with thoughts and dreams, from cover through to cover.
Entire lives and moments can be caught and stored within these bindings,
Academics throughout time had a way to save their fin...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:51 am
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