My pen’s run amuck, swopping
ink with just any old thesis.
How long has this been going on?
I’ll admit the only trepidation
is not knowing if my every
word was rogue ballpoint profligacy or
verity I can claim.
Ink collateral is lost skin deep.
Nefarious scribbles preserve my insecurities.
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