James Sinclair

Rookie - 0 Points (20/07/1995)

Ink [ballad]

What can a pen at best be-trove
To paper stains that Ink has spread,
Though words we use to speak the truth
Ink dark thoughts inscribed in our head

Delicate paper soft and thin
Infected with thoughts from ink so plain
Purity struck from deepest love
Fierce emotion in blackened stain

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