You said the world was full of all kind of colors.
And that my skin was the perfect canvas.
I believed you were the best artist.
But the only colors you used:
Black and Red.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
