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When one opens a notebook: no syllable patterns.

Through The Living Ketek

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When one opens a notebook.

To a fresh, blank sheet.

When they have a sole outlook

Of what they plan to complete.

Each new line, each new page.

Is a creation, an endeavor.

It can wither, It can age,

But the intent is forever.

A writing, a drawing

Or just a reminder.

Is the maker's new calling.

That is left to the finder.

And though the page may rip,

And though the ink may smudge 

And though the book may be lost.

And though the marks may fade...

When one opens a notebook,

It'll be there, what was made.

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CoderDrag0n8

CoderDrag0n8 Voidbringer

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mmmm nice to see a fellow poet flourishing

Through The Living Ketek

Through The Living Ketek Stormwarden

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Coder. 

I opened the shard.

And the clicked and visited this notification.

And then there was the number 0 in the Notification symbol.

0?

What did you do to break my shard?

CoderDrag0n8

CoderDrag0n8 Voidbringer

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13 minutes ago, Through The Living Ketek said:

Coder. 

I opened the shard.

And the clicked and visited this notification.

And then there was the number 0 in the Notification symbol.

0?

What did you do to break my shard?

Coder's Law.

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