and i will bleed out to the ink of my pen. i will try to never break like a twig, when stepped on. i will hang on to the only thread i have left. i will write on the bottled up anger, and lucky ideas. i will bleed out to the ink of my fucking pen, before i decide to crumble.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
PuisiPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
