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Jar Of Ink
Jar Of Ink
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He doesn't drink...
He gets high on the silent smell of books drunk on lignin...
The smell of wizards and dragons, of wars and love.
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He is afraid of sharing emotions…
He spills them on crumpled papers like a mess…
With a jar of ink to make it look less messy.
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He has a heart of ice…
Unheard and unperceived...
That melts every-time it rains.
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He is a mad being...
Roaming around the city, telling people about Magic…
And waiting for them to believe it.
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He tells lies everyday…
On empty pages...
Sometimes to give them hope and dreams…
And sometimes to scratch their souls.
