Ink running from the paper
like a thief into the night
Pen
dancing in the shadows
in the candle light
words flying from my mind
to the pen upon the page
channeling the anger pain and
rage
with a curving of a wrist
drinking gin and tonic with
a two lime twist
AL 05
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sweet lyricism closing that poem...
words like rusted nails hammering
the front end.
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