Tag: ink
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INK – A Poem
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INK A Poem Why must you smear charcoal Over a painting that was a masterpiece to begin? Why must you detract from your natural beauty With uncarefully crafted scribbles across your skin? A stamp upon your hide like cattle, Isn’t attractive nor does it make it come alive. For truth lives in the heart –…
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