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When I met her
the flowers gave me my lines,
my world rippled new colors,
and words called to me
from the sun, moon, and stars.
Simply put.
Ink
The emotions flowing from a nip on the paper.
Work as a connecting medium which carry profound meanings and contentment.
Sometimes flicker due to uncertainties.
Sometimes sheds due to overflow.
It is non toxic but can warp the things that can't be of no use.
Just a pigment which shows the real colours of life.
Is it the ink or the love?
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