Bleeding InkA Poem by Adam M. SnowI lay naked, bleeding ink with pages of forbidden text; but though I'm ill yet cannot blink, you mockery tongue had perplexed.
Bleeding Ink
I lay naked, bleeding ink
I clinched my fist;
Your blasphemy you had spoke,
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Added on September 14, 2012Last Updated on September 14, 2012 AuthorAdam M. SnowPhoenix , AZAbout"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more.. |


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