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Darkened room, no light to spare
She likes to sit alone and stare
Across the way, without a care
Her thoughts, indeed, do wander
No curtains hang on window panes
So many broken, let in the rain
And wash her reality down the drain
Reminiscing, moments squandered
Her hands, unsteady, though try she might
With cursed pens, no ink, spill white
As words, reflected, become quite trite
Why paper bleeds, she dare not ponder
Bending down to grasp the red
She finds her mind, uneasily shred
Is she now one, among the dead?
A thought, of which she grows fonder
April Writing Prompts – Cursed pens and bleeding paper
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