The Ink of Connection
by Arjan Tupan - A Guest Poem on Relationships
A poem now I have to write.
Brown ink flows from my fountain pen,
nostalgic taste of hometown pride,
things were so much different then.
Brown ink flows from my fountain pen,
it crawls through recycled ducts, this
nostalgic taste of hometown pride
reminds me why 'we' now exist.
It crawls. Through recycled ducts this
liquid mimics how peop…
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