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Ink Smears Stain My Heart

“After a while my pen began to eat my soul,
while my words fell to the floor now they're running for their lives.”

Ink smears stain my heart,
with each beat ink squirts from its veins.

Pumping to a writers beat,
thumping to a poets dum,
living for another word.

After all is said and done
poetry flows from my strum
a song for the poet,
a song for a writer,
a vital vain has been strained
by my inky black heart and my pen.    
Written by GothPlusHeartBeat
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