By Laurel Ahlfeld
Date: 2005 Jan 21
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Spilling Ink

Words spill upon the page
Like toppled ink wells
Choreographed with words
To tell the pages
Of my heart
And I watch
Their hidden sorrows
Form words
On this blank sheet
We call night
The ink runs
In tears of black
At the impending end
And I cling to the beauty
Of our everlasting story