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Sep 2014
It comes in the void of my chest,
In the silent dryness of my motionless lips,
In being seen and left alone,
Begging for attention, for a canvas
On which to paint my love in
Rainbow shades, then to be showered with foreign
Color: joy, guilt, lust, depression.

I want it all on meβ€”to be the subject
Of one's art, to have it all
Flood my ears and hug my very
Existenceβ€”to have my body justified
By the gruesome secrets that hide.
steven
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