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Oh Mighty Pen
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| Oh mighty pen, how like a sword |
| You pierce the heart and draw forth blood. |
| And yet your wound it does not kill |
| But lays the soul of truth out bare |
| With words that rend and heal and tear. |
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| Upon your edge the soul reflects |
| All inner vision forced to face. |
| No armor can withstand the blow |
| That slashing through its shield strikes deep, |
| Its hidden treasure held to keep. |
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| Your steely length it reaches far |
| To war with sharpest subtlety |
| Deceptions of the hidden kind. |
| The lies we tell ourselves inside |
| To light are brought and cannot hide |
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| ©Sonja Torres 1997 |