NIGHTSHADE BLOOD, by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena

Pen glides on Nightshade ink,
Cuts through bleached Flesh of tree,
Spills blood of authorial Soul,
Spreads Weapons from masters tongue,
Dumps binary from wielder's Brain-
Pen glides on Nightshade ink.
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:44:28 UTC

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