72.) My Bloodline.

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Babygirl, pour out your soul and these pages; among this ink is where your hope is renewed, restored, and refreshed like the waters roaring from the tides brought to shore. 

Babygirl, write; for it is etched into your skin underneath your veins and arteries.  Poetry is in your bloodstream, circulating throughout your body; your ink is your bloodline. 

~ Taylor-Anne
June 28, 2020.

A/N: Babygirl, write and never stop. 💙

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