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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.07.15.08.2991]] |
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Wanting you as the ink in my pen. May you bleed through the paper. May you stain every page of my heart with inspiration. And if by tears you smear, come what may--let the residue reside and in my leather binder stay. Wet my fingers and I kiss your color away, that my lips might taste your permanence--and leave me wanting... You as the ink in my pen. |