The scrape of graphite
deep as space
no matter how sharp the cut
time fades the pain
the words do not last
The bleed of carbon black
dark as yesterday’s soot
holds the line
ignores the clock
the words haunt you forever
April 25, 2020
Day 25 of 30
Day 19 of 100
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Excellent - The last stanza is everything
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