Take me to be painted
Have my soul, and
Peel of my skin
Squeeze out my blood
Then,
Mix , and blend me
within your heart
What picture did you see ??
Yes,
It's you,
I have painted
myself into you
The soul that you see
Alive in yours.
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.
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Are you trying to remove the marks form you heart , what if you will succeed the painting will erase soon
I can feel it but I'm certain there will be Stans left. After all, what you need, will be me, but then there will be just "Stans of pain"
