Refill
my ink,
so I may write.

Refill
my drink,
so I may spill my blight.

Refill
my pen
so it overflows.

Refill.
As beaded bloats,
pullred up by thye air,
bubble blood and smear red.
I got a good one,
And it stings so sweetly.
Likecpeach trees have grown agsoin.
Wipe it now so they don't see
because
this
is for only me.
It's mine
it'sd my secret.
And it makers me happy.