the promise of my new-old writing desk

inktuition old writing desk

Leather inlaid, you’re a classy thing:

stole my heart the second I saw you.

Early Victorian, I’m told by the man

who wooed you first, then shone you.

Who knows what charming prose

I’ll produce, posed as Victorian lady:

sitting demurely, fountain pen dipped

into secrets that emerge from maybe.

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