Camille Pace
Oct 22, 2020

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Blended

I swam through the ink,

The pen was full and ready.

I coddled the paper with words,

The paper was ready to feel.

I reclined against the plush,

The chair begged me not to leave.

I thought of you,

The thought made me feel blended.

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Camille Pace

I'm a writer with a passion for research pieces about the strange and unusual.