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Poetry #347
(published September 13, 2007)
The Ink
by Jimmy Richard Nieto
the night runs into black ink
and I spell it into the blue

the red ink explodes
and covers all who are near

there is green ink I think
but I have never seen it

and when I dream
of the white ink

it is not what I need
in the middle of my life

I need the ink
no one can see

but me

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