Spilled Ink
The Words
Spill onto
The paper in
Dropletts of agony
Things that left my mind
When the tenderness of the moment
Encapsulated me in the
Woven Tapestry of
Your adortion
Words that fail me now
As I pick up my pen
And allow
My heart
To
Take
Over
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