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Jun 2019
Everyone said
Transform
Your Pain into Art
Pluck it
From your throbbing heart
Delicately
Run your ring finger
Across pure white canvas
Create picture-perfect potraits.

But not I
For my pain
Spills from somewhere dark within
My agony
Overflows like a dam burst
Dark crimson stains
On plain white canvas
Morbid decor
Crimson lashings
Intertwine
Like thorny vines to a
Blood red rose.
Written by
Bella R  F
(F)   
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