Ink Blotches

Black ink blotches

Paper white

Lines conforming

Words tight

Wishes whispered

Thoughts thought

Hearts raptured

Souls caught

Teardrops flow

Through the pen

What was

Could have been

Laughter squiggles

Form a joke

A silly gal

Crazy bloke

Without words

There’d be no joy

Without the girl

There’d be no boy 

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