Ink It

February 15, 2018
By InkGirl BRONZE, New Boston, TX , Texas
InkGirl BRONZE, New Boston, TX , Texas
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Ink it
We blink when we see the ink,
As the ink touches are skin we go pink,
We love how the ink makes us shrink in our chair,
We sometimes write are lover’s name in ink,
We call ourselves the ink king’s
We all have that fling with someone,
   When we press the ink pen it ding’s
We get tattoos in the spring,
Are friendship is like a zing.

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