"All my blood trickles down
my finger tips, firm grip on my pen.
Emotional, totally swooning over you.
A word for each of my heartbeats,
a breath for each stroke of ink.
These scribbles sing a love song!"
"Scribbles Of Love"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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