May ink connect us in all ways
and sew together our souls skin tight.
On these pages and on our flesh
we'll spill ink all over the night.
Ink will write sacred rites
which can never be undone.
Ink will mark us yours and mine
and bend the moon and sun.
Ink will draw the plans
of a future building empires.
We'll be safe behind the fine face
of a phoenix straight from pyre.
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