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I wouldn't say the pen
is bleeding
but i'm the page.
A clean slate with no pain
what stains me are my thoughts
that get printed and remain forever
when there is no update, my brain
does what any other reader does
goes back to previous chapters
there I get to see how the ink
settles, entangling itself to the page
as scars do skin
how ink fills a polaroid
either way, it's a memory in time.
be it bitter
or
be it sweet.