The pens never work in this flat.
I am writing these words,
before another one runs out.
No matter how many "freebies" we collect -
or how many packets we buy:
I am forever scribbling
desperately
in notepads,
and on used envelopes.
The pens never work in this flat.
Time to end this poem now -
quit while I'm ahead -
before the ink
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