Poem -
Lines
Denial with a fragile smile.
A cry to the high sky.
The stare at the heir.
Range that could change what’s strange.
Ink that would never blink.
Blood that would flood the mud.
Sweat that would never fret.
Tears that clears fears.
A book that writes for the rook.
Lines that shows you signs.
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