Pen and Paper
The pen still bleeds what I can’t say, On paper where my heart decays. No one reads, no one will know— Just silent ink and aching flow.
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The pen still bleeds what I can’t say, On paper where my heart decays. No one reads, no one will know— Just silent ink and aching flow.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets