He inked the words, his heart indebted
grinding the pen against the page
until each word was embedded
need, love, passion, hope, longing, and rage
then, he left them to grow brittle, broken with age
yet, all the while he didn't know
each emotion reached her soul
he branded her flesh with his name
with each word he wrote
did he even know
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Online) - Published: July 21st, 2026 09:57
- Category: Love
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