When you let your pen glide along the dead page...you insert lungs onto each line. Your ink turns into blood. Let it breathe./Name's Rich D./From Washington Heights, Manhattan, NYC/27 yrs old/Poet, short-story writer, editor/**Any text tagged with #WashingtonHeightsInk is my own personal work./Contact information: Richardddiaz@gmail.com
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