Every line I leave behind
Every spot of ink I spill
Is a kiss left on your lips
And a fingerprint on your sill
Every inspired verse writ
Every notebook filled a step
Towards the world I've crafted
Testament to the lover that I left
But I'll not go quietly, never spare
A word from the fire, not me
I'll build these dreams diligently
A monument for the world to see
Though I've fallen before
I need only to soar
Once more, to prove that I
Never forgot how to fly
And every line I leave behind
I consider a living will
And leave to you, the story of my life
And every spot of ink I've spilled.
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