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Lost Scribbles

Yearning for paper trails

In the dance of pixel, my essence entwined,
Longing for the pencil, a simple embrace refined.
Gone is the joy, the thrill the glee,
In the digital realm, handwritten notes flee.
 
 
Ink stained pages, once a tactile bliss,
Replaced by screens, a cold abyss.
A yearning scribble, a forgotten art,
Handwritten notes, now a lost legacy’s depart.

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