I never knew
How to properly
Hold an ink pen.
It always seems
To bleed onto my fingertips.
Perhaps it's for the better.
Perhaps that way
I could finally touch you
With my poetry.
I never knew
How to properly
Hold an ink pen.
It always seems
To bleed onto my fingertips.
Perhaps it's for the better.
Perhaps that way
I could finally touch you
With my poetry.
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