Dissatisfied at
being only
a color
of red, blue
green and black
the ink
got dry
losing all
water
with tears
but was
revived
from death
by a kiss
of a wet
tongue
my God
see how
little hearts
sprung
feeling
creative
was used
for to sign
a letter
feeling
so much
better
and was
writing
a name
so it comes
that ink
thinks
got after death
a new name
and a person
with personality
please
don´t blame
and please
don´t enlighten
the ink
if you don´t like
to see her dry
again
your sweet ink.
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