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Nobody can ever make a,
master piece like she does.
They worked on a woven fabric,
her canvas, was her body.
They employ brushes,
she replaced it with a blade.
Their painting was made up of different hue,
while her was painted with red.
They portray was showed in biennale and got praised,
she camouflage her art in those long sleeves.
divi xx
/🌺🦋🎨/
They were not wrong,
when they called her creative.
She is, and she always will,
weather she carve her talent
on piece of paper or her body.
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Poetry[✔︎]Liefdesverdriet [n.] the sadness, depression or pain, one feels about a love that is gone. || ➵ My poem collection, it comprise of dejected, melancholy, agony, suicidal, self-effacing elegy which are very idiosyncratic to me, the inspiration of...
