The Spilled Ink

Alyssa GwenJuly 19, 2016

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The Spilled Ink

written by: Alyssa Gwen

@Alyssa_myverses

I’m confused

Do I write to be loved/liked?

or the spilled ink seeks to

escape from logolepsy

an obsession with words

and I’m innocent

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