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Fingertips stained with ink from broken ballpoint pen
A mess of blue black on the desk I want to paint swirls on the decades old calendar But no that's childish I am childish So I scrawl spirals until the ink dries I scrub at my hands until only ghosts of ink remain Like some cleaned up Celtic warrior Is it so wrong I want to drag the ink across my skin Painting the designs of the gods of battle To go off and face grocery store fascists And green market madmen I close my eyes and simply breathe
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