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Oct 2014
she is a lovely painter
but this story has a twist
her paint brush is a razor
and her paper is her wrist

she paints a pretty picture
in a color blood red
because of her sharp paintbrush
she ends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading
quite slowly on her arm
because of her current state
she can no longer do any harm
the first verse is not mine  !
Written by
Nana Obeng
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