the*                                
parlor   air smells of  
   antiseptic and alcohol    
               while the white gauze chair      
         *sings a        sirens song        
of    
pleasure      and pain    
                     painting reflections of myself on  
a living canvas greens
blues purples yellows
mingle freely                
with the red                  
     ink drawn                          
from my                        
veins from                    
another br                     
ushstroke                      
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