"I always thought his eyes were as blue as ice. I know now that the hottest fires burn blue."
-S.D
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
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"I always thought his eyes were as blue as ice. I know now that the hottest fires burn blue."
-S.D