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Dec 2019
I spilled ink on the floor
I didn't mean to
But it spilled some more
It flowed like a dark goo

The ink shimmered
In the light
I stared at the puddle, bewildered
I must've mistaken my sight

The pen in my hand
Was covered in ink
It created a brand
That was gone within a blink

I closed my eyes
Dropped the pen
And fell into eternal darkness
Wrote this listening to Queen
Kasper
Written by
Kasper  18/F/USA
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