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#soiled
The thing about being an artist. People only look at the finished work. Not at the soiled hands which made it.
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
Being an Artist
i am tired of asking for help for now ill let myself wallow in the water i have soiled because i know that this time ive done what i can to float through to the other side i dont want anyone else to ruin their cloths trying to drag me out
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
float
. Bloomed in a chasm of faith - Life-deep, bereft of touch - Where mass spoken seeds of grace Morphed misanthropic and vile; Splintered roots grow Crooked - inwards - under laws Force-fed and born from chaos. Righteous hands - drenched in black - Reaching to tear homes from Homes and return the bones to The hole from which this started; Sticky fingers reaping lands In what was said to be   The name of God or just revenge. No falsehood lies in belief as One from one can cast their judgement Born of love and greed and hate and pity But faith takes the softest targets; Detaching fear and hope and innocence From names; bleeding all   Into the earth to feed the bloom. .
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
Soiled