Friday, October 19, 2012
My Ink stain.
Plain pages of my soul forever tainted by your foul ink.
How do I recover myself?
I can not erase the stench of your lies.
My forgiveness is from pity,
and I have the power to say I will, and I can,
and I do or do not!
Out, spot out!
You are the bane of my existence.
My ink stain.
Lyn Hernandez
10/19/2012
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