"I will never forget how I felt that night at dinner, my heart beating out of my chest, he was sitting next to me and all he had to do was smile to silence the storm."
-Roadside Memories
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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".
