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Inkwell Poetics

At the bottom of every empty ink bottle is trapped something lovely that just missed existence.

I like to think that's where I'll go when I die.
So maybe, someday, I can be someone's poetry.

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  • Fairytale mirrors sip the reflection of your dull eyes,
    without me there are no more fireflies or
    silly lies
    i see your smile,alive
    in the break of day
    the rain on my shoulders is your soft embrace
    stories and laughter scattered on the grass
    glistening like sugarglass
    your hand in mine keeps me falling through
    this lightning dream ive built of you

    Posted on February 3, 2012

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