ink

I don’t write poetry-

My heart pumps ink through my veins and it bleeds out of my fingers to fill an empty page.

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  1. “No good book has ever been written that has in it symbols arrived at beforehand and stuck in. In The Old Man and the Sea, I tried to make a real old man, a real boy, a real sea and a real fish and real sharks. But if I made them good and true enough they would mean many things.”
    —Ernest Hemingway, 1954.

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