You pick up your brushes and slap me on your canvas. Colours drip through my eyes and I create a bloody fucking mess, also known as an ULTRAVIOLET APOCALYPSE.
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iris ; poetry
Poetryall the things i never said. a collection of short poems, phrases, advice. growth. love. balance. © 2017, Disha.
ULTRAVIOLET APOCALYPSE
You pick up your brushes and slap me on your canvas. Colours drip through my eyes and I create a bloody fucking mess, also known as an ULTRAVIOLET APOCALYPSE.
