Drowning,
Floating in a pool full of ink,
I vomit every word in the kitchen sink,
to relieve every pain within...
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365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 46: Ink
Drowning,
Floating in a pool full of ink,
I vomit every word in the kitchen sink,
to relieve every pain within...