Poem: Ink

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All I need is ink
black; black ink.

I want to scribe
on a sheet of white.
I want to scream
from a point of height.
But most of all
I want my fall.

I want to whisper
in your ears.
I want to linger
in your tears.
But often I wish
I could vanish.

Before I wave au revoir
to me, the stiff.
Again, here we are
like a known whiff.
But sooner than later
I leave the barter.

Clock on the wall sweeps mute
like the mind on a chute.
Hurry! Run! Fetch!
And take me to the edge.
In the eerie silence of burning candle
I shall write the scandal.

All I need is ink
black; black ink.

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