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red-blood ink
each morning
the pen
pricks
your finger,
you watch
as the
blood-red ink
seeps out,
absorbed
into
the bandage
of recycled
paper.
the pen
pricks
your finger,
you watch
as the
blood-red ink
seeps out,
absorbed
into
the bandage
of recycled
paper.
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