Symbolic Something

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Another writer gave his pen to me,
Said he wanted to “swap energy”.
So I took his and he took mine,
And I tried to imagine all the things it’d seen.

What kind of clubs had it been in.
What words had it written.
Was there ever a time when he
Wished it wasn’t missing?

Where had it been. Was there ever
A city that us two had visited?
Or had the same spot in a place
Where the only thing to do was write,

And right we were, because apparently
Our pens weren’t just similar.
Identical, the model, an...