If I am the pen,
then you are the ink
that keeps me writing.
If it weren't for you,
I will be nothing
but just this piece
of hollowed,
cylindrical,
plastic shell
with nothing
but air to
fill me inside.
But with you,
I could be anything.
Now I know that
we are the story
I've been wanting to tell.
Between the two of us,
we could be infinite.
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