Inky Pinky!
Oh the ink, the ink so black
Her fingers amble along its edge,
The little pinky dissolving in the black...
Dripping drip drip from the nail's edge!
The blackened pinky marks the scars,
That her hide boasts, that her rags hide
Oh the ink, the ink so black
Dripping drip drip from her soul's edge!
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