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Dec 2013
I have an incredible,
And increasing urge,
To draw.
Wow.
That's kinda messed up.
I call it drawing,
A harmless,
Innocent thing,
That a child would do.
But this kind of drawing is different.
No pencils,
No paper.
Just skin,
And metal.
They both turn out pretty pictures.
So when I say,
"I want to draw",
Im not talking about the one with pencils and paper.
Dont trust me alone,
Dont leave me by myself,
Because I have a bad habit of drawing,
When there's no one around to stop me.
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