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A Poem by cgreeny

On the brink,

     Ink

leaking from the font--

Wasted-in-living life-giving blood.

 

White, a few spots;

       Black Blots.

Back to the beginning, then,

Bunch of hoary bids to the brim.

© 2014 cgreeny


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