Ink spills on pristine parchment, tales ignite,
Thoughts dance upon the stage of paper's plight.
Words weave in harmony, a symphony born,
Crafting dreams, emotions worn and torn.
A pen glides, tracing trails of deepest sighs,
Unleashing worlds with each stroke it buys.
Through written words, a power to impart,
Writing, an artistry of soul and heart.
Mr bot can you write an 8-line poem about writing?
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