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Feb 2019
My body was an empty canvas
waiting for the touch of a gentle hand
To slowly fill up the spaces
To soothe my body’s desire for the crimson colors
That seeped from your paintbrush

As your hand touched my skin
And I gave into the gentle caress of your brush
You slowly filled my canvas with your lies
I became tainted with the ugliness that your words held

As I believed I was your masterpiece
But became a ruined canvas
From the lies that you told
From the holes you tore in my body and soul
My canvas was tainted
With your spilled ink
Aureliano
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Aureliano  18/Trans Male
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