Ink
I write to free the ink,
the substance within.
The freedom it brings,
flowing freely to
the open ears of a page
always listening intently,
never interupting, only
absorbing. The way
a pen works, simply
and for the better
releasing the darkness
inside. I write to
divulge.
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