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May 2023
What is more torturous than knowing the art
seeing the velvet lust filled crimson
The midnight where she touched your hand blue
And resting without movement
Because you couldn’t pick the right medium
Artist Struggles
just call me caits
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just call me caits
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     --- and My Dear Poet
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