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I say “Which wrist?” Her hands twitch as she reaches down Pulls up the sleeve with such strength to reveal The places she tried to carve herself anew Like a bowsprit to guide her ship I say “It’s like Van Gogh Because Michelangelo didn’t deal With those hues of red And I know you feel like a Picasso painting But you are a never-before-displayed original Valued priceless because the world knows You are incomparable”
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
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I say “Which wrist?” Her hands twitch as she reaches down Pulls up the sleeve with such strength to reveal The places she tried to carve herself anew Like a bowsprit to guide her ship I say “It’s like Van Gogh Because Michelangelo didn’t deal With those hues of red And I know you feel like a Picasso painting But you are a never-before-displayed original Valued priceless because the world knows You are incomparable”
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
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