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March 20, 2018

And yet you still
Replenish the vessel with toner that was contained
In a broken glass and
Your hands are bruised and you feel tears evaporating into air
Flowing like clouds with dragonfly wings
But your fingers still dance in that curvature like they did before
And they will see the voice of the contrast you created
And yet you still smile because they will see what you have sown
Left to bloom in the winter of paper white
Your hands drenched in the opaque ink of the inerasable

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WolfWhisperer0911This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
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@AinsleyTurnedAlex Great poem! May the best poet for the Ink It contest wins! :)
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