It was purple stains. Then vivid incantations. And now dirtyrhymes. I might evolve further.
13.7.13
the painter.
I'm lying in a mirage and its not always an oasis. Sometimes its busy paints on nimble fingers.Thrifty strokes and a menacing temper.
I want to tear the f****** canvas till it bleeds by my fingers.
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