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i painted a picture

a beauty

come see

this beauty of art

is carved onto me

i used my best razor

i picked a good spot

it is easily hidden

but now im distraught

my picture is fading

its going away

i knew that would happen to it one day

i feel empty without it

i feel nothing at all

i need to paint more 

but not on a wall

i paint on my skin

where no one can see

i love when my artwork is displayed on me.



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