Strange Paper World/by:Haunted Lunacy

The ink has breath in my
strange paper world.
Erupting into life with
every stroke of the pen 
unfurled.
She lives within my pages,
and walks among the lines,
that carry the weight of 
every letter, that her
beauty now defines.
Hushed paper tones,
and syllables wrought 
by sin. Immortal she
will be forever,
in this world that she lives in.

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