Inked

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It only took
a rainy afternoon
and a pen and paper
to turn you to poetry

My heart spills
all the words
it tried so hard
to conceal

My heart sets free
as tears turn into ink
gone and forever kept
in these forsaken lines

And another story
is finally made
as I pray for another one
and yet fear the pain.

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