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Ink.
I
love ink. Ink on my fingers, ink on the paper.
Ink.
We
have something in common, this person and I – this flowing writer's
pen.
Tomorrow,
we get up, write again.
Ah,
yes... this weapon, this writer's pen. He writes because it's his
job, I write just because, but tomorrow, we write again.
Think.
ink.
They
both go hand in hand. Thoughts in ink – the way we think; into
black darkness or grainy, rough sand.
Yes,
this writer and I.
2 comments:
I love this =) Especially relevant on this particular night! There's nothing like writing, especially when ink stains your fingers. :)
~ Mirriam
Write well! I hope you make your deadline!!! You can do it! MEEP! *hugs you*
Saranghae!
- hannah
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