thInk Stains

Ink akin to raindrops, falling on the page

Mental stains, put up on display

Cravings for attention, so quick to deny

What’s the harm in feeling wanted?

Naught to shame, naught to hide

Confide in woven fibers your deepest shades of thought

Hues of blue and black

No need for red

Can do no wrong

Write of lust and loss

Your happiness and rage

Don’t try to stem the flow

Simply put your pen to page

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