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Black Ink
Tiredness creeps blocking out the sun.
A bone weary cancerous cloud absorbing my sharpness and colour.
I need to retreat, sleep heal.
Cocoon myself against the chill of the darkness but razor-blade reality stabs me awake.
Bleeding, caught in a cycle of responsibility, duty and obligation I stumble forward into life.
A bone weary cancerous cloud absorbing my sharpness and colour.
I need to retreat, sleep heal.
Cocoon myself against the chill of the darkness but razor-blade reality stabs me awake.
Bleeding, caught in a cycle of responsibility, duty and obligation I stumble forward into life.
Published 25th Oct 2016
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