Rethink My Inks

Shall we...
Consult the wise,
Peer peers
Trample days
Buzzing through 
Night,
Letting words go
Not mine own;
Said deep
Comes
Six feet within.
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Tired, of
Same fluid
Flowed
Filling ear with squill from quill
Influencing insanity 
Allow difference 
Partaken,
Thoughtful souls
Would awaken
Imposters
Dry, invisible 
Upon white pages,
Yesteryear 
Gobbles us whole. 
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Thee ink
Runs red,
With
Plasma thoughts
Time loss
N' ways
Print will stain
Ears and eyes
Piercing
Hearts of emotion,
Will carousels revolve
Without evolve
Better pay
A ferry man 
Rethink my inks
To have another go
In a year.
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