Christmas Ink, by Mitchell Stoycheff features original ink drawing and poetry that Mitch created during Inktober 2019
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Coat

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When all withers and dies
And ash has replaced the wind
Would you still call us wise
When our actions are undisciplined
Our water has become muck
Our mountains but barren sticks
Will you remember the scent of lilac
Over this scent of pyrotechnics
Will you be satisfied by the greed
Of what you could obtain
They’re just a bunch of grass and reeds
Yet you try and breathe in vain
The scales of balance has fallen
As you attempted to override fate
Now all is dry and barren
When you looked with eyes of hate

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