There will always be poetry
A long as the pen ink drips
Ink neither blue or black
But ruby red pure blood
Once wounds have healed
And the blood clots up dark
The pen will no longer drip
There'll be poetry no more
A long as the pen ink drips
Ink neither blue or black
But ruby red pure blood
Once wounds have healed
And the blood clots up dark
The pen will no longer drip
There'll be poetry no more
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