Monday, 11 July 2016


I like staining papers with my thoughts,
Emotions cut me deep, and I bleed ink,
Lament about scars, I proudly own lots,
Words patch my heart that I won't sink!

Ink Stains
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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