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Apr 2017
punches, lies, smears, deceptions
eruptΒ Β 
and splatter onto the paper here on my table
heavy chunks of blood dark, fringed with greys
hate and sickness ooze from your pores
scenting the mix with sweet rot
stepping back
I close my eyes
only to see yours
and you know, I just painted your soul

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Journey of Days
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Journey of Days  Australia
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