Adam M. Snow Poetry Collection
Hands Stained Ink
Hands Stained Ink
Written by Adam M. Snow
Hands stained ink
of black and red.
On the brink
of what was said,
"To entwine our fate
before all is dead,
that which drives elate,
be without dread."
But oh weary hearted,
that from which the fingertips bled.
Lest not your words departed,
that your canvas be fed.
Written by Adam M. Snow
Hands stained ink
of black and red.
On the brink
of what was said,
"To entwine our fate
before all is dead,
that which drives elate,
be without dread."
But oh weary hearted,
that from which the fingertips bled.
Lest not your words departed,
that your canvas be fed.
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Hands Stained Ink
Hands Stained Ink
