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A poem on it's edge
My poetic words go past my lips falling onto paper,
that I write with my pen with ink to black,
that bleeds through to the table,
in which my words spew across forming a poem on it's edge.
that I write with my pen with ink to black,
that bleeds through to the table,
in which my words spew across forming a poem on it's edge.
Published 13th Aug 2012
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