Ink
Laws of logic were broken
liquid provided a shoulder to cry on.
Without hands it gave warm hugs.
With no voice, it became a voice of
hope to the emotionally drained.
Who could've imagined that ink can provide such?
A voice that reaches far and wide.
Transportation of words from the brain to the world.
They say it's ink, I say it is a God of the innermost,
the ones that turn imagination into reality.
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