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Blue field on a page,
Pure and true.
Black ink bottle spills,
Staining it through.
Muddled and churning,
Emotions run high.
Words fall apart,
And emptiness lies.
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Summary:
Just a simple riddle.
Notes:
This was a test for myself to see whether I could actually write a riddle with no purpose - to pick an ordinary thing, and describe it in a completely unrelated way. So I did. I'm rather proud of the metaphor. It feels like I could add more, and maybe I will at some point, though this completely explains the thing itself.