Three tests today...but I still had some time to write some verse:
Ink.
A testament,
A statement,
A monument.
It will say:
I was here.
I lived,
I breathed.
I loved,
Hated,
Cried.
I was me
And now all I will ever be is
Ink
Black on white,
Sometimes smeared,
But always here.
Ink.
Now dried,
When I die,
All I will be is
Ink.
A stain,
A mark,
A masterpiece.
I will be
Ink.
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