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Ink Has Run Dry

My typewriter has seemingly enough ink I'm ready to start a poem about sanguine hills and trusting in angels 2313 but the ribbon has ran dry The lost longing licks my lips jerred past the emerald typewriter gaslighted with fear I haven't a realm and hell why not ? frail and dim I give up

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