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Void, void

Void, void

      Like the hollow end of a pot

      Void.

      Like the numb inside of my heart.

      Void.

      Like the blank page dying before me.

      Void.

Take a dip into the ink.

   Milky Gel, I love you.

Alas ours is a one sided relationship.

And so, it's just

      Black Ink at the end of a pot.

      Black Ink insisde of my heart.

      Black Ink on the page dying before me.

Void, void.




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