Fill me up with ink
maybe then
my soul
won't stink.
Fill me up with ink
maybe then
my words
will sync.
Fill me up with ink
maybe then
my voice
will clink.
Fill me up with ink
maybe your words
won't make
me sink.
-Feed me lies
I'll willingly
swallow
them,
HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
