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Inky Magic

Ink,

you are

a whisper,

shout,

scream.

Nobody,

everybody,

somebody.

You are

the follower who leads us.

You flow like a river,

leap past boundaries,

pull us with you.

Ink,

you can

laugh,

cry,

dream,

sigh.

You are

recorded emotional stains,

the most powerful weakness.

The blinded eyes

that see everything.

Ink,

you are

the lonely seeker of solitude.

The prisoner of freedom,

the chain

dangling from the imagination.

One

tantalizing

inch

from chaotic escape.

You are

the key

that unlocks nothing

and everything.



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