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Jul 2015
Our hearts enslave us in painful desire
Our minds play our darkest thoughts
The brush on the canvas depict suffering and that I'm a liar
This painting displays all the battles I have fought

Droplets tear away at my face as I produce the tears
What is wrong with me?
This doesn't happen when you're near
Liam Wales
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