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Read, On White
Why wont my pen
Bleed?
It's lifeblood
Has been wrought
As words
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Flow downwards
Onto virgin vellum
As blotter bandages
Suck up the excesses
My ink runneth dry
Not yet my thoughts
by Jemia
Bleed?
It's lifeblood
Has been wrought
As words
Like
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
t
e
a
r
s
Flow downwards
Onto virgin vellum
As blotter bandages
Suck up the excesses
My ink runneth dry
Not yet my thoughts
by Jemia
Published 2nd May 2023
| Edited 3rd May 2023
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8th Jul 2023 1:38pm
Ooh, this really got to me. You depict the anguish felt when we have writers block and the words need to escape very well.
