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Inkblots cloud the sky Inkblots murk the clouds Inkblots envelop words With their drops of black destruction An inkblot falls on a painting, a drawing, a writing, and it all drowns up.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Ink
Inkblots cloud the sky Inkblots murk the clouds Inkblots envelop words With their drops of black destruction An inkblot falls on a painting, a drawing, a writing, and it all drowns up.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
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