late at night
consciousness abates
the pen enters me
injecting black ink
becoming my blood
I spit black words
staining paper
with my soul
everything that is me
exposed to your eyes
I want you to know me
intuitively
so you never
have to
question me again
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
late at night
consciousness abates
the pen enters me
injecting black ink
becoming my blood
I spit black words
staining paper
with my soul
everything that is me
exposed to your eyes
I want you to know me
intuitively
so you never
have to
question me again
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