Fading Ink
The fading ink of sorrow, etches deep,
inkwells dry, brittle quills fall asleep.
The page will not be scripted,
all the damage done has drifted,
into the ether of the sage.
In recognition of "Erase My Existence" by Ink Express. Great read!
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