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24. Black ink

scratching the page
pen on the paper
another poem
I hope you still love her
was it really worth it
in the end?
ink spreading
painting my hands
my body
in darkness
no matter how hard
that I scrub at the skin
where it stains
but I can't get rid of it
it won't go away
won't go away
I don't want to play
forget about the games
I just wanna kiss you
forget about the rain
hope I see you
once again

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