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Ink

Try as you may to see the flaws,

My eyes see only love.

And when the wonder in your depths-

Feels less than big enough;

Remember, oh remember please,

That you are not corrupt.

 

The world is dark and darker still,

The streetlights dim with time.

When your soul chameleons-

To the black that pours outside;

Stay pure, and never let the ink,

Run havoc in your life. 

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