I have been called both a catastrophe and a masterpiece. My eyes have been compared to galaxies of stars, melted chocolate, light filtering through a bottle of bourbon but they have also been compared to the rocks that million ships have shattered against.
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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".
