The Tools of my Trade

A Poem by StillShorterThanYou

Slow death is what I write with,

poison is my ink

and pain is the parchment that holds my thoughts

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Wow, such a deep poem :) Loved it!

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Added on March 12, 2015
Last Updated on March 12, 2015
Tags: poem

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