A dangerous endeavor, spilling ink across the page.
Who knows what hornet’s nest or horror may emerge at provocation.
Will spring forth a muse or a monster? Who can say?
The spark blazes to life.
It goes where it will. Who can check its course?
It bleeds past the edge of the page and burns, burns, burns.
A dangerous endeavor, spilling ink across the page. Who knows what hornet’s nest or horror may emerge at provocation. Will spring forth a muse or a monster? Who can say? The spark blazes to life. It goes where it will. Who can check its course? It bleeds past the edge of the page and burns,…
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