He had eyes that could only be painted in water colour,
And hair that needed ink to do it justice.
The freckles on his cheeks required the smoothest of pencils,
And his lips were represented by only the finest acrylic.
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PoetryTake a look inside my mind. Into my rants, vents, strange poems and random insights. My mind is a scary place, so enter with caution. WARNING: I tend to get a little... Dark. If at any time you find anything I've written to be triggering, please sto...
