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Jan 2014
I ink blood to write poetry
Deep within the layers of my skin

A felt of freedom in discreetly
No words I could start nor begin

Every dip to this poet so deep
Submerging lines of such flighty pills

Every words that I ought to speak
I shall wrote it down with my
Feather Quill

©2014 Maman Screams
I just had a feather quill ink on me last night.
This shall be a poem to my new beautiful ink.
Maman Screams
Written by
Maman Screams  Paris
(Paris)   
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