uploaded April 22, 2014.
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Ink
I plucked a feather off a Phoenix
Dipped it in ink
Wrote a letter
But the ink stained
Then
It burst into flames
Only to rise from the ashes
Spreading across the paper
All over again
Dripping
I've seen tears
Of dead water
Sliding
Over the window pane
Just like
I've seen my years
Drip
Down the penal drain
Slowly
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