NIGHTSHADE BLOOD

By 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.
By Anna Lorena •
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