Best Ink Is Dry Poems

My inky echoes conflate, 
atop mountains of ivory versos; 
Blank pages into whispers,
like the sway of moonlight tides;

Papers dappled by my ineffable, 
frays of jet-black cursive swirls;
My best ideas are forever found, 
somewhere amidst silent worlds;

'Tis best to search for me right before, 
the feathery...

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