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Guilty Ink

I got you

The soil that keeps the flower sprouted

As I write this

The ink slowly fades

This instant, the moment it rises

As I flipped this page

The emptiness sympathy

As my ears wiggle

I felt the rain tap me

Silently whispering to me

This electric feeling

My eyes slowly close

Slowly went back to you

How I got this on my way

The ink slowly collapse

As I slowly write the last touch

As the soil slowly burns out

It crosses over my head

As I slowly spit out the final energy

For yours, I never understood

A story that I wrote for myself

Not an individual who understood

As it stood at the top of the soil

This guilty feeling slowly comes to a stop

I got you as I slowly fade away

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InsomniaTeaS | 7/19/2021



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