InkA Poem by GlamGirlInking a new world
My pen travels slowly, leaving its mark. Black colour seeps into the veins of the paper. My hand moves carefully, following the graphite lines. One ignorant slip, and the piece is ruined. The pen outlines this black and white world. Two minds connected in a creative bliss. A permanent stain. © 2011 GlamGirlAuthor's Note
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