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Jun 2015
Words are tossed around ever so carelessly.
Do you ever wonder if you're hurting me?
If you didn't know, you are, and my wounds bleed for you as a result of your verbally aggressive roar.
Flesh on show, bones exposed I yell in despair "this is all for you my dear" as I take off my clothes.
The water is so icy it resembles your personality. My toe slips in testing if it is death worthy.
Eventually I am eye level with the water as I fearfully flap for my life, the dark demons below are pulling me under as I panickly shouted "this is all for you my dear" and disappeared into the pool of despair.
There's not Earth without Art
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There's not Earth without Art  London
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