Posted in Poems, thoughts


Smudged ink on skin

where words once were,

 typewritten melancholy,

Poe left his imprint on me.

-Eva M.M.

Thanks for reading and stopping by. Hope you enjoyed and as always enjoying hearing from you in the comments.

“Me and the pen, we are one.If my ink would cease to flow,its ink would cease to flow.”



I am the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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