Ink
The ink
on
my pages
seeped
through,
staining
every
surface,
every person
I
love.
I wish
my pages
weren’t
so
thin,
maybe then
those
I love
wouldn’t be
tainted
by
my thoughts
that are
written
so
carefully.
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I like the metaphor!