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Feb 2014
Today I carved on the canvas of my body
A landscape made ofย ย cuts in a line
Quick and uneven layers that set me free
Warm hues of red against a white coastline

There is no emotion in my composition
I did not sculpt my flesh in anger or sorrow
Solely in the beauty of all that I have done
And a reminder of the nightmares I know

In the dim light I found my muse, she stared
At me from the mirror and shes not scared.
Bean
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Bean  India
(India)   
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   Timothy
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