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May 2020
When you think I've left this earth,
Look closely and you'll find that I'm still here.
I left a trail, ink, blood, tears, smiles and of lead.
My blood made of ink and pencil lead will not allow me to be dead.
My blood inked many of a tear, some on my behalf as well as what others did fear.
My blood inked many memories that made me smile.
So when in doubt follow my paper trail and you'll find me there. ~SacredInkedBlood 05/08/2018©
Venjencie Clifton Arnold
Written by
Venjencie Clifton Arnold  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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       Milano, Sudhanshu Shardul, --- and ---
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