Love in Writing
Your blank page
Blinding
Empty, souless
Pathetic rage, screaming endlessly
Needing my aged black ink
To stain your
Pure
Weak
Flesh
Your blank face
Yearing for my universe
The sways and curves of my lines and letters
Scratching across the page
I marvel at the secrets you keep
Hints
Decisions to be made
An or the
Life or death
A simple conclusion
The meaning of our love, mostly
My harsh dark words and your innocence
Able to fill my addiction
Or perhaps
Just yours
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