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INK is the spark paper, a marches.. words the fire and my soul above the flame, rising to take all forms of FAME , fate has destined me for THIS ART, Follow me and I will show u the DART. The bullsey...View all Conversations
Stories by TRUTH IN INK ♦️
- 2 Published Stories
Sincerely Yours... 🩷
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This poem, concludes. The visionary spirit of longing and yearning for a loved one.. who no longer has prese...
The Dried Petals... ♦️
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It's a reflective and melancholic piece about change and loss. Using the metaphor of a flower that once bloom...