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Paper And Ink
A verse, full of passion
I disgorge on to this paper these words of truth
Foraging the depths of myself
As the verses twisted and tumbled in my core
Consuming vowels and consonants leaving nothing behind
I would purge the language of love
If poetry was edible could I draw meaning from its paper and ink?
I disgorge on to this paper these words of truth
Foraging the depths of myself
As the verses twisted and tumbled in my core
Consuming vowels and consonants leaving nothing behind
I would purge the language of love
If poetry was edible could I draw meaning from its paper and ink?
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