Black Ink

imageI can’t find the words I’m looking for, they stick on my tongue and roll back in my throat. Words dance in my mind, and compete against one another. Although the words do not come forth. Some days they flow freely. They jump onto my page, and wrap around my pen, the ink runs cool and wets my page.

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