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Three days ago I painted a portrait Born from your vitriol and presented it to you In a rusted metal frame But you didn't see it Two days ago I broke into song Berating your own scarlet red eardrums The window wide open But you didn't hear it Just yesterday I pounced on your back My ironclad vice rattling your sullied skull Chest pressed against spine But you didn't feel it How can this be? You are not blind Nor are you deaf I know well that you taste Mournful ministrations Of touch The pain, the pain O’ dear agony, my brain! I spread across sheets Soaked, lapped up, re-soaked, And stained Tonight I turn my bed to coffin Because of you Since now I understand You just never cared
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
I've Did All I've Done
Three days ago I painted a portrait Born from your vitriol and presented it to you In a rusted metal frame But you didn't see it Two days ago I broke into song Berating your own scarlet red eardrums The window wide open But you didn't hear it Just yesterday I pounced on your back My ironclad vice rattling your sullied skull Chest pressed against spine But you didn't feel it How can this be? You are not blind Nor are you deaf I know well that you taste Mournful ministrations Of touch The pain, the pain O’ dear agony, my brain! I spread across sheets Soaked, lapped up, re-soaked, And stained Tonight I turn my bed to coffin Because of you Since now I understand You just never cared
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HamsterRose
17/F
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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