Ink-stainedA Poem by Cassidy MaskMy fingers are Ink-stained They glow, radiant As they carry my words Across this Blank white page. My lips whisper The future As my eyes follow, Tracing each loop And curve.
I’m smiling But I’m terrified.
That’s okay You say This isn’t meant To be easy. © 2010 Cassidy MaskReviews
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Added on December 13, 2010Last Updated on December 13, 2010 AuthorCassidy MaskSingaporeAboutI'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more.. |

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