3:01 a.m.
dozens of canvases i never finished pile up in the corner of this room, a film of dust replacing the strokes of paint i never made but i imagine how wonderful it would be to finish a sketch of you;
how fascinating it would be to trace my finger across each crevice and curve of your nose, lips, jaw and connect the spray of freckles and beauty marks across the entirety of your vacuous face
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
