Drops of water collide
with the paper,
a casual rendez-vous
with the ink.
Colors run,
expanding from the
thin lines of my heart,
blurring my intentions.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Drops of water collide
with the paper,
a casual rendez-vous
with the ink.
Colors run,
expanding from the
thin lines of my heart,
blurring my intentions.
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