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Poetry

Just some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.

Art

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by sanityinmusic

by sanityinmusic

The marker glides over my arm
Concealing my imperfections
Hiding my insecurities

Webs of colour are spun
Distracting you
And me
From whats really going on

Intricate designs
Destroy the signs
Of anything being wrong