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A very shitty poem I made at 2 am with yes, ink and a feather
Last summer I wasn't the person I am now
Last summer I would weep into my pillow almost nightly
Although warm
The room was nothing but cold
It was like every day was a stroke of the pen and I was running out of ink
This summer
365 days later
It's better
Instead of long nights of tears
It's long nights of laughter
I now feel loved when thinking I was unlovable
Like my friends like me for me and not the false version of myself I painted with longing
I found love
When I thought I was hopeless
Now, I may not be able to describe what love is
But I know I'd use a bird feather to even attempt to describe it 1/100 of the way
A stolen bird feather cracking with every stoke
And stolen ink staining my hands
And clothes
Proving I was here
Even just for a summer
Moral of the story stealing is ok
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HippasusOfMetapontum
I'm curious as to how you wrote an entire poem with a bird feather and some ink? Real quills undergo a long process of curing in salt, not to mention the feather has to be a great bird's primary flight feather. Quills are also cut to allow them to hold ink, and without this a feather can't be used to write with. Care to explain yourself?
It was a big feather I found outside (about 9 inches in length) and it had the feather base or whatever it's called. I just kinda dipped it in ink (the type of ink I use for my glass pen) and wrote with it. It didn't last long at all and I had to redip it with almost every word and the handwriting was messy and inky but I was determined lolz. As I said, it was cracking the entire time I was using it, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it again. Sorry if this explanation sucks, I'm very tired right now, but if you have any further questions let me know.
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