Heart Beat In A Pen

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My heart beats inside of a pen
which acts as a priest
as I confess every single sin.
I wrote so much that I can’t stop.

In my sleep, my body turns
and when I wake
the sheets are blue and black.

I wrote so much my blood turned to ink.

My body has turned into a pen
where my heart is
the whole truth, the ink.

There is nothing more honest than a poet
in his writing if you can unlock the lingo.