Ink by Danny O'Sullivan

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May 2013

Ink

Hollow footsteps echo
In blue-vein corridors.
My blood is ink and,
With each new step,
It spills and leaves
A trail of droplet words

Written by

Danny O'Sullivan London

(London)

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