To clear his head
he strips dark and light,
smudging charcoal
across the white.
He renders me
with edges lines,
scratching bones
until they shine.
To unblur the mess
inside his head,
etching softly
while words unsaid.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
To clear his head
he strips dark and light,
smudging charcoal
across the white.
He renders me
with edges lines,
scratching bones
until they shine.
To unblur the mess
inside his head,
etching softly
while words unsaid.
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