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Exercise my pen

Give me the liberty to write a page|

Exercise my pen|

As the ink form the words into sentences|

The similes and metaphors personifying my letters|

Bringing them to life|

Like shards of glass breaking apart|

Broken into pieces waiting to be picked up|

Wanting to be recycled and reused|

Perhaps manipulated into something more helpful for those in need of it more than I|

Why not reuse it?|

There's no clear definition to define the use for this glass|

More than one use|

More than one flavor for different tastes to consume that which is inside|

Why Have such beautiful china kept closed inside|

Might be a treasure to be admired and shared with only those you love|

Yet we are all apart of the same family|

Shouldn't that beauty be open for the world to see and use?|

It might be of a better use to someone in need of a drink|

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