if there lies no more Inking—

let there be exclusive support (should there be any)

that designated for society’s shadow

here’s to a dare to center her uneven stone,

or faithfully give strength to shy her lonesome flower

here’s to a dunever forget the ink that was once her blade

dare one never forget that there shoulbe light

do bench her emergency, faithfully with arms about

let love in

allow her walls to screamprint strength

put the butterfly in it’s place and she will be home