The creases in my hands
Grow deeper
Brown and worn
Giving voice to thoughts
without uttering a sound
Passing ideas
Through time and space
magically connecting
you and I
physically
visually
mentally
a philosophical symphony
conducted on paper
With pen and ink
Listen closely
as they narrate
the never ending
tale of humanity
and you might find
me
more importantly
your might find
yourself
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