Stop to think how this
ink oozes out onto
this ivory tainted page
stop to think how this
think reached a brink
down i went
down the sink
in a wink i was
gasping for perception of sight
this was a fright
for my blood
to see it flood
this was a fight
respite
abruptly my eyes has peeled
and i had reeled the light.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Stop to think how this
ink oozes out onto
this ivory tainted page
stop to think how this
think reached a brink
down i went
down the sink
in a wink i was
gasping for perception of sight
this was a fright
for my blood
to see it flood
this was a fight
respite
abruptly my eyes has peeled
and i had reeled the light.
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