Spilled Heart of Darkness
Another mini-poem thingy... must've been a bad day?
If I could find a way to spill my heart on to a piece of paper I would let all the ink bleed from my pen so you could watch it flow this way and that, the darkness slowly blotting out the innocence of an empty page.
If I could find a way to spill my heart on to a piece of paper I would let all the ink bleed from my pen so you could watch it flow this way and that, the darkness slowly blotting out the innocence of an empty page.
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