Ink stains and devours the page,

Words form and distort,

Sentences take shape and form,

Characters flesh from skimpy descriptions,

A tangled riot of dialogue argues to be heard,

The paragraphs are constructed,

Brick by brick, word by word,

The plot unfolds like a crumpled piece of paper,

Smooths over and the story is alive.

The End

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