
Bleeding ink of emotions spatters of insanity, spatters of creativity. Bleed dear love, let thy emotions consume and flow elegantly. Truth of words the intimate unveiling, a prostitution of thy soul; at times a celibacy, a needed respite a gaping hole. Raped of emotions, bled dry, comatosed, emptied of emotions. Ink of the heart no longer a need there be, sunset whispperings, sunset dreams abed they be. Recovery of import there be. ©PSA 30/4/22
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