Shades of purple and red
cover the skin of my hands,
fresh paint in a white canvas
my eyes can't tell if the saints
are blackberry juice
or a sign that, like my soul
my body is starting to decay.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC
Shades of purple and red
cover the skin of my hands,
fresh paint in a white canvas
my eyes can't tell if the saints
are blackberry juice
or a sign that, like my soul
my body is starting to decay.
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