The poem and the inkwellA Poem by ronThe poem and the inkwell
A thousand poems clawing to be free.
Alas dear reader my inkwell has run dry.
I had a tail of ecstasy’s passion within my grasp, but alas dear reader my inkwell has died. © 2014 ronReviews
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