Red Ink RomanceA Poem by Jeanette RiceSnippets and phrases of passing by crazes of cravings and lust galore I can't help but think it's the fault of the ink bright, boisterous, blubbering, profound crying, cursing, sentimental, proud Who would've thought ink could be so loud? The poet, the writer she trumpets so much the mundane, the boring items that leave old and young snoring and turns them to gold her ink brings them light as her soul goes cold © 2011 Jeanette Rice |
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1 Review Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorJeanette RiceGAAboutI am a 17 year old writer who goes by the pen name of Jeanette Rice. Currently I am working on a novel and a novella, the novella has less written at this point but is taking precedence. I also write .. more..Writing
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