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In the dead of night My fingers become my voice And the ink of my heart is drenched with words I have never said Stories I have never read And emotions I have never shared.
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Bleed
In the dead of night My fingers become my voice And the ink of my heart is drenched with words I have never said Stories I have never read And emotions I have never shared.
#thoughts#night#writing#insomnia
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olsfred-james
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
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