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Ink of My Soul

Pen to paper, ink of my soul won't flow.

Pen to paper, trying, nothing to show.


Read the pain , your words keep pouring .

Hear your voice, your thoughts are rolling.

Pen to paper, desperate to just get it out.

Pen to paper, boiling kettle without a spout .

This is your release from pain?

Writing it down keeps you sane?


Pen to paper, my mind dims, fades to black

Pen to paper, in darkness I jump the track.


Cecelia

June 2009

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