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I knew a boy that liked to draw


he drew pictures that nobody saw


he was most artistic at night


in a bathroom out of sight


he didnt tell a soul his gallery grew


his drawings are diferent. no paper. no pens.


but needed a bandage now and again


they stood by a river under the stars


he rolled up his sleeves and showes her, his scars


he felt embarrassed looked Dow at his shoe


but she rolled up her sleeve, don't worry I draw to.



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⏰ Last updated: May 11, 2015 ⏰

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