Memories
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Spilled thoughts, emotions, memories.
Splashing onto a blank page, black ink pools and forms words.
The words flow like a stream of thoughts, emotions, and memories.
Artwork on cover is not by me. Credit to the original artist.
Inspired by Author_By_Night 's book Spilled Ink.
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eternity
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