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Aug 2017
Your ink stained mouth
knows how to spit out
lovesick poems and coherent lines
that would keep me on my toes,
have my body bent and arched
for you.

My skin is painted with
the colours you gave me;
and though you gave me colours,
I sometimes talk in black and white
with words that I know can
heal, break, curse and bless
any canvas.
Your canvas.
~ part 1 ~
this is the first half of an originally written two-piece poem,
the beginning of what was called β€œa colourless masterpiece”.
Β© 2015/17 August LAICEY Poems
Written by
LAICEY  21/F/Dublin
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