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Picture, drawing, Painting, scribble. You are in black and white Drawn on my paper, In my head, In my bed, I lie thinking about, Are your teeth visible Did I draw them wrong? The deep red of obsession in the background, Do I draw, do i feel, Do i feel for you What do i feel for you like love. Like, love? Like, Love!? No, I say that. Words are empty. Paintings, they show it. Dark red of obsession Or burgundy for stale blood. Stale love.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC
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Picture, drawing, Painting, scribble. You are in black and white Drawn on my paper, In my head, In my bed, I lie thinking about, Are your teeth visible Did I draw them wrong? The deep red of obsession in the background, Do I draw, do i feel, Do i feel for you What do i feel for you like love. Like, love? Like, Love!? No, I say that. Words are empty. Paintings, they show it. Dark red of obsession Or burgundy for stale blood. Stale love.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC
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