Inklings

your ink scripted so seductively succumbs me a statue of hieroglyphs meticulous in manner meandering amid lasting memories bleeding into my distended veins you're a word of wisdom imbibing of my essence with lips of long as night stars hold view shadows will awaken with her solemn kiss to the morn begetting the radiance beaming inside
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February 27, 2021 at 12:25 AM
“...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.” P.G. Wodehouse, The Politeness Of Princes And Other School Stories
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February 27, 2021 at 12:26 AM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/what_a_lark_967772
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