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Dec 2017
Artist
he had always wanted to be an artist
except he practiced it
with his wrist as the canvas
his blood as the paint
and scissors, knives, and pencils
as the paintbrushes
Written by
Alex  M
(M)   
  370
   a mcvicar, Alara and Jobie
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