Painting people,
with thought, what might?
Etching them into feeble sight
Their curves melt astray
The second I look away.
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poetry of a pitiful 'poet'
PoetryA collection of poems i've written while being partially asleep and/or on the bus to school. Eng/Ger
Aphantasia
Painting people,
with thought, what might?
Etching them into feeble sight
Their curves melt astray
The second I look away.
