The Ink


By first look,
you would assume
that I have way
to much ink
on this canvas
of mine.
However,
you would cringe
if you could see
all the scars
which hide
beneath my ink.
Little lines
that go
from one side
of the art piece
to the other.
These little lines,
which you may not see
on first glance,
haunt me so.
They mar my beautiful
piece of permanent art.
And this my friends,
just saddens me.

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