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Dec 2016
Your darkness
I use for paint
I'm an artist
I sketch a fate
Dip my brush
Oh complexity,
the type of hue
that excites me
Watch me mold
as I please
Wash your feet
I get you clean
Drain the rag
I watch it bleed
Oh, dysfunction
Oh, sympathy
Stand by me
I’ll carve your path
Snip the tail
Rid the mask
Make me proud
Please rise
Dead man, give me life!
Devil skin
I patch and salt
Stain a smile
Yet by default
A rotted meat
is heart and soul
And at my feet
your monster thirst
Bad boys, bad boys / Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do / When they come for you…
vivian cloudy
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