Kandinsky
as his own head fell off
pushed out by a black line
all he see's is red and blue
as the turps burns his eyes
he can all most taste what he felt
as he paints
his surprise
into the art
of only
what we are worth
but only love me.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Kandinsky
as his own head fell off
pushed out by a black line
all he see's is red and blue
as the turps burns his eyes
he can all most taste what he felt
as he paints
his surprise
into the art
of only
what we are worth
but only love me.
all true P@ul.
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