Late Night Heptad OneA Poem by Invisible InkHeptad: a group or series of seven
my pen talks to itself, even as you listen.
perhaps you read waiting for the arrival. that moment; self gratification; a feeling sharing thoughts, feelings, images; never intended, never even desired. because ink flung into the void, has bad handwriting © 2010 Invisible InkAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2010 Last Updated on February 10, 2010 AuthorInvisible InkBelton, TXAboutI don't really like being judged by my age, so obviously I am young. I really spell either so thank god for computers. I am a black-belt but am too sick to continue training so i take comfort in my wr.. more..Writing
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