Bleeding Ink
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I am a writer
my ink bleeds each night
I pour my heart out
my emotions fall
onto white paper
empty, I sleep
but wake aching
and I must pen
a thousand thoughts
tears mingle
ink is blurred
still I write
till done
my sad
ink
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June 17, 2022
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/bleeding ink
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-303-17
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Diminished Hexaverse
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 07/11/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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