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Frostbite
The pen is mightier than thou sword
Than you and I, of what we will become
The pen is always there, to wear away
To hold light against the night
The pen knows how, he knows your finger's every move
He knows to pivot through the page
To dance, like the cricket as he sniffs the air
To walk down a little different way
Oh cricket, why to wait till night?
Due angeredness or frightenedness?
Due blissfulness or sadness?
The pen is strong, like fuzzy bug
He knows to not let go, To weave through ever word
Due the days, due the nights
Due to every mood we argue through
You never knew, how every cricket forth the land
Voice zigzags to the sky
Like the lonely wolf, like the lonely lover
The pen, more mighty than thou sword
Than thou's every clenched desire
Mightier than every ray potential
