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ink blots cover the page,
along with your name (penned in technicolor)

and i don't know how to tell you,
or how to turn all of this
into anything other than scribbles on
scrap paper.

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i've decided that this collection will be the product of my soul. my baby, if you will.

not just to him. but to all of them, and perhaps those yet to come.