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Quenching Ink's Thirst
when I write a poem,
my pen drank ink much
and vomited on it,
without a heart.
Ink ran like
a crazy thirsty horse
and it drew my forgotten world.
My teardrops fall on it
to quench the thirst for it.
#sobashimphirushani
© Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani
my pen drank ink much
and vomited on it,
without a heart.
Ink ran like
a crazy thirsty horse
and it drew my forgotten world.
My teardrops fall on it
to quench the thirst for it.
#sobashimphirushani
© Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani
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