Ink

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My feelings drip out in the form of ink
Staining the page as I reach the brink.

Pieces of me trapped between the lines,
Essence contained in the sea of white
My heart takes control as I write
Becoming as one as everything aligns.

Drip, drip, drip, slowly the pain escapes
Where it was my heart now agaped.

My therapy, my lifestyle
writing and bibliophile
the remedy that make me smile.

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