Ink is >

April 30, 2018
By NicoleShin BRONZE, Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania
NicoleShin BRONZE, Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania
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I ate the ink.
A little like metal, a little like sink.
Why?
Yearning for permanence, stability.
Not family.
Not love.
Not life.
Ink.


The author's comments:

This is for the Ink It Poetry Contest. I started this poem trying to be funny and light hearted but then this happened


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