It's there when you need it,
poets skin blisters on cracked fingers,
ink bubbles, pop and splash,
evaporate hot on white pages
Teeth bared, lips pulled,
revealing bleeding gums
quills snapped, pens cracked,
and still it's pouring forth.
razor curls,
fast loops and slow strokes,
bleed black,
and what an emotive passage.
Written notes to self,
reminding of the times past.
pink on white and how these words are raised.
Let's not read it again, ok?
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