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When Ink Is Thicker Than Blood

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� ''A fantasy Poem'' �
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All those waters are never enough for me � �
My heart conceals the biggest mysteryS
Sharing it with my own self's intimacy � �
Which is the very inkwell of my poetry � �
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So, let me delight in my inky hideaway � �
It is there where i've ever yearned to stay � �
Far from human eye, from any heart that chimes � �
From any sentiment, that may alter my rhymes� �
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A am a metrical cadence, a foot with Mood � �
I take this form, flexible like bamboo wood � �
No rule does ever rack my head,"my solitude " � �
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I bend the rule that might stand against my quill � �
Never care if a heart bleed, only my ink must spill � �
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In my Ink; i gather all the beats, all the things � �
Everything else, except my own ink, is only fake feelings