Paper can’t handle
The ink that I spill,
There’s a curse hidden
Behind my quill.
Letters turn to acid
Paper to ash,
The alphabet cries
When emotions clash.
My writing is messy
There is no design,
I don’t fix in any box
Or in-between the lines.
When it comes to art
You must give insanity,
As poetic truths
Are inked with agony.
K
no pain no gain
say it again
refrain discreet
to the aura that you meet
lmao
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Thanks for your words
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my pleasure. please write away tomorrow and today. the pain the pleasure you i do treasure.
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