Black InkA Poem by Paris LaneTouch me with dirty hands. I’m marked by your black, dangerous ink. You’ve left it on my cheeks-where your hands used to lay. You’ve left it all over my hands-where you used to lead me into the dark. You’ve left it imprinted in my mind… Where you resided even after you left.© 2017 Paris Lane |
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Added on January 20, 2017 Last Updated on January 20, 2017 AuthorParis LaneHeaven, WIAbout, "I may not have the gift of sight, but I am thankful to be spared the blackness that engulfs the world at night. Although I cannot distinguish dark from light, I can still tell wrong from right; I c.. more..Writing
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