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Tear Stained Pages Fluorescent ink pens sorrows, on tear stained pages soiled. No hope in my tomorrows, happiness spoiled. Write a book of torment thick, knuckles white with seething rage. Love, I know, is just a trick, so I turn the page. Stories buried deep within, tumbling words now spilling out. Writing hatred of your sin, "release me!" I shout. Prompt: Fluorescent Ink
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