Ink Demon
Free the ink demon in my pen
That wants to rhyme wants to sin
Beauty has no duty to reason or season
It just is and naturally gives it lives
In the moment a babe recognizes face
The second the blue breeze baptizes beach
Why is the world to me a maroon melody
Playing my mind like wind chime
Or green tree leaves
Bear with me as I learn to grow
To hear the music of the gold soul
One who touches others so deeply
That we get still maybe even weepy
I hear a high pitch in my head
Is it a glitch alone in my bed
Should be asleep but lie awake
Hoping to try to write my wrongs away
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